Horrific day, yet wondrous day
When Jesus took our place
I see His awful agony
And tears stream down my face
My sorrow wounds me like a sword
Pierced deep into my soul
But gratitude then floods my being
For His death made me whole
And every year, upon this day
It seems that nature mourns
The way it did the day that Jesus
Bore the crown of thorns
Skies darken and the rain pours down
As nature cries in pain
The sun still hides its face
The way it did to hide His shame
But soon it will be Sunday
And the sun will shine again
In celebration of His life
For He arose again
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