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good friday.

4/14/2017

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i took today off because i wanted to give myself space to really sit in good friday.  i've never really revered it the way i think it deserves, usually just let it pass as that day before easter.  this year this day feels sacred to me.  i wanted to really let myself sit in what Jesus' sacrifice really means to me and to the world... to sit in the great sorrow of that day, in all of the pain and confusion of everyone who didn't know He'd live.  in my King's mourning and being forsaken.  in  my own betrayal that lead Him to the cross.  it's heavy stuff, but i think it's necessary to fully know the joy that comes on sunday.  you better believe i'll dance and celebrate, but not today.  today is for mourning and remembering and being with Jesus in sorrow and death.



i remember when i was young
i was fickle, you were so strong
i remember trees as they called your name
mother told me listen up close
there's a story they have composed
look how their clapping arms are a-swaying high

do you remember back on the day?
when the trees swayed in the same way
how the clouds swung low over kings and thieves
how your mother stayed by your side
watch the curtain tear in your eye

all the heavy hearts could've cracked the ground

the beats of hammers felt like drums of war
killed for the words you swore

from the belly of the deepest love
the hills trembling throats sing hallelujah
like the flowers on the dogwood tree
blush with blame you took for me

oh, how you wish to be with me
oh, how you wish to be with me

do you remember seeing the man?

covered by the same blood he damned
join the song with the sky in the darkest hour
i need something to hold onto
stronger than the iron that held you
louder than the roar of the crowd that day

i tried to get to you
but you came to me instead
with the dawn the grave is gone
oh, how you wish to be with me


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