He died for us

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.

Author: Caroline Gavin 

Purposeful Pathway

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.

~ * ~ 1 Peter 2:24 ~ * ~