Good Friday

 Good Friday

The Day That Changed Everything

Good Friday—how can it be called good,

This day of darkness, this day of blood?

The day when innocence was condemned,

When the Son of God met a criminal's end.

Surely He took up our pain and bore our suffering, yet we considered Him punished by God, stricken by Him, and afflicted. But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on Him, and by His wounds we are healed. (Isaiah 53:4-5)

The sky grew dark, the earth did quake,

The temple curtain began to break.

The rocks split open, the dead were raised,

And heaven itself looked down, amazed.

Good Friday—the day the Lamb was slain,

To wash away every guilty stain.

The perfect sacrifice, once for all,

Answered the Father's righteous call.

When He had received the drink, Jesus said, "It is finished." With that, He bowed His head and gave up His spirit. (John 19:30)

It is finished—the debt is paid.

The price for sin has fully been made.

No more sacrifices, no more blood

Of goats and bulls, no more muddy flood

Of ritual and religion's toil—

The work is done on this cursed soil.

Good Friday—the day of seeming loss,

When hope was nailed to a rugged cross.

The disciples scattered, the women wept,

While the enemy smiled, for he thought he kept

The victory in his grasp so tight—

But he did not know that Friday's night

Was only the prelude to Sunday's dawn,

When death would be shattered and life reborn.

For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. (1 Corinthians 1:18)

So why call it good? Because on this day,

Love won a battle in a mysterious way.

Not with a sword, not with a crown,

But with arms stretched out and a thorn-pierced frown.

He took our place, He bore our shame,

He spoke forgiveness in His Father's name.

Jesus said, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing." (Luke 23:34)

Good Friday—the day hell shuddered and lost,

The day the enemy counted the cost.

For while he thought he had claimed the King,

The cross became the offering

That opened heaven's door for all

Who on this Savior choose to call.

So let us gaze upon the tree

Where the King of love died to set us free.

Let us remember the nails, the spear,

The crown of thorns, the silent tear.

But let us not stay in sorrow's place—

For Sunday's coming, full of grace.

He Himself bore our sins in His body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by His wounds you have been healed. (1 Peter 2:24)

Good Friday.

The day the world went dark at noon.

The day the grave received its doom.

The day the curtain tore in two.

The day that love broke through.

And because of this day, we have hope.

Because of this day, we can cope.

Because of this day, sin has no hold.

Because of this day, we are made bold.

Thank You, Jesus, for Good Friday.

For the cross, for the pain, for the price You paid.

For the love that would not let us go—

We worship You, our Savior, low.

Amen.