Friday’s Good

Oh the burden of my sin
You must have held there on the cross
I am crushed to see you suffer
Friday’s good to me is lost

Why this ending?
Why this plan?
Why for me
A sinful man?
Lifted high
And nailed secure
You offered me
New life and more

But still I hate the way
That my sin brought so much pain
May I never take for granted
The death that life for me has gained

Friday’s Good

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