"It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon, while the sun’s light failed; and the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Then Jesus, crying with a loud voice, said, ‘Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.’ Having said this, he breathed his last." Luke 23:44-46
It's Friday.
You're hanging there; arms outstretched; your hands and feet nailed to a tree. Your mother below at your feet, watching you suffering. It's Friday.
It's Friday.
You're dying. You've been beaten and battered. All because you offered life to those who would be denied. Nailed, mocked, taunted, spat on. Were we not just singing Hosanna? It's Friday.
It's Friday.
Nothing good about it. Nothing good will come of this...Oh my God, my God, why have you forsaken us?
It's Friday...it's just Friday
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