Good Friday

Darkness came, evil enveloping the light of the world

No one wanted to take the blame or the credit

You crucify him, no you do it, they yelled back and forth

No one wanted the blood of Jesus on their hands

Slowly, excruciatingly, determined he walked

Wood digging into open wounds

Wounds given not because they were deserved or earned

Wounds given by a scapegoat looking to avoid making a decision

Wounds taken for me, endured for me, bleeding for me

No one wanted the blood of Jesus on their hands

Walking, lumbering up steep hills of cobble stone

Crowds jeering, yelling, profaning the precious one

Walking onwards towards death and life

How dare they mock my precious one!

And yet, I am there too mocking and cursing he who would die for me

No one wanted the blood of Jesus on their hands

Lying in a heap his body broken

Soldiers make others carry his burden

Determined, unwilling to let pain win out

He rises from the ground to drink from his cup

Not the soldiers, not the crowd, not the people he loved

No one wanted the blood of Jesus on their hands

Finally there, but barely begun

The skull looms, showing what must be done

The wails can be heard from all around

Wails from the wounded, the mourning, those jeering them on

No one wanted the blood of Jesus on their hands

Raised above the wails and insults

A cross high on a hill stands

My savior, my God, my all

Exposed in helpless torture for evil to celebrate

Yet he would not curse them, found only love

Forgave the thief, a home for his mother he found

Yet there he died, God of us all

We all have the blood of Jesus on our hands

It is hard Lord to call this day good

Desires fill us to go back and stop your pain

Yet you were unwilling to pass on the cup given to you

A cup none of us had the strength or love to drink

A cup filled with your redeeming blood

Instead we ask to be covered in your blood

Cover us from head to toe, do not stop with our hands

Cover us and make us new, beside your cross let us stand

Picking up our crosses we come

Following our savior, our precious one