GOOD FRIDAY

Lonely and abandoned
He suffered in an awful silence

For this He had been born as man
This and nothing more

And yet for so much more
Willing but with trepidation

That surely gripped His heart
He knew the cruelty of sin demanded

That the price be paid
There was no other way

For thirty pieces of silver
And a single trecherous kiss

The deed had been signed
As long ago foretold

His precious blood would be shed

Lord have mercy, look upon your son
Your obedient and perfect sacrificial lamb

Who lovingly hangs impailed
Upon the wood of the Dogwood tree

And offers up his very soul
That we may someday step

Into Eternity and forever
To be with Thee