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Friday, March 25
friday goodness
He made the universe,
then sun and the stars,
imagine its immensity -
imagine what He's worth.
He made the birds,
the beasts and the bees,
He formed the land,
and poured out the seas.
He went on to man,
i guess that's where
the trouble began.
He had to leave
that wonderful place,
just to suffer,
because of His grace.
He was rejected,
He was scorned,
He was beaten,
His robes were torn.
He was given no glory,
no honour, no praise,
instead the wrath
of mankind,
spat upon His loving face.
He was whipped,
He was lashed,
He was nailed
and hung.
and even as i despise
the people who did so -
everyday my lies,
my sin,
drive those very nails
right back in.
the goodness of friday,
reveals the darkness in me.