#GoodFridayGrace

In the solemn hush of Friday's call,
Upon that rugged cross He gave his all,
With a crown of thorns over his head,
He bore our sins, he came prepared.

Through that pain and torture, a love so sure,
His blood dripping, surely a love so pure,
The nails pierced through his hands to the wood,
The sweetest promise, it was done the way He said it would.

On the cross, stretched were his hands,
The surest of love, it was firsthand,
At the cross a mother...