~ That Good Friday ~
On Good Friday, to a cross He was nailed
Though guilty of no sin
It was for us, He chose to go
That everyone His love could know.
Our Lord shed His precious blood
That day upon a cruel tree
So from a life of sin
Through Him, we could be set free.
Sweet Lord, today I remember Your sacrifice
Willingly Your life for me You gave
That a sinner such as I
Could in Thee, be saved.
My Jesus, I love and thank thee
That first, You so loved me.
Elizabeth Ann Biggs © 2006