Good Friday. The day every one that doesn’t have a relationship with Jesus asks what is so good about it? Stick around there are a few days left of the story.

The crowd that was cheering
Only days ago
Singing Hosanna
Now are jeering
Scoffing, mocking
Calling for your death

Crucify they say
Stirred up by the priests
Oh what a threat
You were to their lives
They didn't care about God
Just putting on a show

My voice of sin
Is in the mocking crowd
Do you look me in the eye
As you pause with your heavy load
I cannot watch this horrid scene
And run to hide at home

As the day went black
The sun disappeared
It is finished your final breath
As the tears from loved ones flow
The curtain torn in two
No more barriers between us

The toughest soldiers of them all
Stirred, touched, amazed
Surely this was the son of God
Uttered from his lips
Buried in a cave
The stone to seal your grave

And when the sixth hour had come, there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour. And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” And some of the bystanders hearing it said, “Behold, he is calling Elijah.” And someone ran and filled a sponge with sour wine, put it on a reed and gave it to him to drink, saying, “Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to take him down.” And Jesus uttered a loud cry and breathed his last. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. And when the centurion, who stood facing him, saw that in this way he breathed his last, he said, “Truly this man was the Son of God!” There were also women looking on from a distance, among whom were Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James the younger and of Joses, and Salome. When he was in Galilee, they followed him and ministered to him, and there were also many other women who came up with him to Jerusalem.
Mark 15:33‭-‬41 ESV

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