The skies are gray,
The thunder roars, From the crying heavens The rain downpours,
For here on Calvary, There on the tree, You, O Lamb of God, Bleed now for me.
My heart quavers To behold this bitter sight, On this Good Friday Dark as the night.
A crown of thorns Pierces Your head, From every inch of flesh Your blood is shed.
I shudder to realize This is all for my sin; In Your blood, my Savior, New life does begin.
With eyes of compassion, Shining through the pain, You whisper, Forgive them, Time and time again.
My heart is aflame By love You have for me; Sweeter love I know not Than here on Calvary.
Yes, on this Good Friday, On every day I shall live; I give You all, my Jesus, As all for me You give. Caroline Gavin ©March 2013 Purposeful Pathway
1 Peter 2:24 "Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.