You faced the crowd, the trial, the scorn
That other people should
The mocking robe, the crown of thorns
Where in this is the good?

You dragged a cross through crowded streets
Where mocking people stood
To a broken, fragile, hopeless world
You offered hope for good

The sacrifice you made that day
That no-one understood
Cancelled debts and trampled sins
Done once for all for good

You chose to pay the price for us
The only way you could
Submitted to the punishment
And salvaged something good

And as the darkness deepens
And day turns into night
Lead us to resurrection
And redeem us with your light

It took your triumph over death,
The nails, the grave, the wood
It wasn’t until Sunday
That Bad Friday became Good

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