good friday

By Posted in - general & poetry & published on April 3rd, 2015 0 Comments

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Good Friday

Who am I, that you’d suffer and die
That your innocent blood would let
So that I’d be redeemed and now be free
To be the person I am not yet

The nails that pierced your hands and feet
Were my sins you chose to bear
Beaten and bruised on my behalf
With thorns still in your hair

They hung you among common thieves
Though you were spotless as the snow
Oh, your love for me, no depth nor height
This world could ever know

How weak my flesh that you should suffer
To wash my sins away
There are not tears enough that I could cry
To thank you for that day

In a culture that thinks Easter is all about marshmallow peeps and magical bunnies, let’s be people that take a moment to remember what this Sunday is really about.  Because Jesus lives, we can all have a hope in eternity and believe in his promise of salvation.  This is wonderful thing and something to celebrate for sure!

But before there was a Sunday, there first had to be a Friday.  Before there was victory and redemption and healing, there was first suffering and separation. Take a moment today to reflect on how much God loves you and what He did for you on this Good Friday.

repost from Good Friday, 2014

But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed. Isaiah 53:5

But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.  Romans 5:8

 It is a trustworthy statement, deserving full acceptance, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, among whom I am foremost of all.   1 Timothy 1:15

For God made Christ, who never sinned, to be the offering for our sin, so that we could be made right with God through Christ.   2nd Corinthians 5:21

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