Arrested for no reason but the treason in men's hearts.
And just like that, it starts.
It was an unjust friday...
It was a painful Friday...
As daylight tumbled in whips ripped the skin
The one whose soul was right and true left in shreds
But when Jesus name was lifted high could find no word but crucify.
It was a bloody friday...
Arms open wide good enough to die for the very people
It was a dark friday...
A shout to the sky, a spear in the side, two Mary's start to cry.
Jesus goes through hell. Dying in our place. Dying well...
How is it a day of such evil and pain ever got the word good in its name?
This day of infamy, human villainy,
Because there in that blood stained place,
This victory death, a complete surprise,
No more striving.
No more trying.
No more guilt.
No more dying.
The man who lived the way we should, died the way only God could.
And that's why we call this Friday good.
The day Christ fell... is the day mercy stood.
So hold your faith, lift your praise, and remember:
In three more days.