2024 Good Friday
Upon the cross, he bore our sin,
in His agony, our redemption did begin.
With nails and thorns, he paid the cost,
a love for us, not even death could exhaust.
Darkness fell upon the land,
as nails pierced through lifeless hands.
Yet in the darkness, a light did shine, a beacon of hope for all mankind.
His final breath, a solemn sigh — heaven wept and earth did cry.
For on that cross, love conquered all, and through his death salvation calls.
O death, where is your victory?
O death, where is your sting?”