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good friday

4/18/2014

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"on a bloody friday filled with nails and wood and a man who would do what God only could.
arms open wide to die for the very people who hung Him out and bled Him dry
on a dark friday.  a shout to the sky, a spear to the side, two marys start to cry
as angry earth trembles and black clouds swell.
quietly Jesus goes through hell
dying in our place.
how is it that a day of such evil and pain ever got the word 'good' in its name?
this day of infamy, human villainy. 
when the world showed off it's most evil face
because there, in that blood-stained place, when they pulled the body down like seed to ground
the author of life sprouted roots of grace
that would once and for all save the human race.
this victory death. 
a complete surprise
as demons and devils with fear in their eyes
realize
that once a perfect man died
the law was finally satisfied
the man who lived the way we should
died the way only God could
and that's why we call this friday good.

the day Christ fell
is the day mercy stood."

^^(from this spoken word)^^
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"He grew up before him like a tender shoot,
    and like a root out of dry ground.
He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to Him,
    nothing in his appearance that we should desire Him.
3 He was despised and rejected by mankind,
    a man of suffering, and familiar with pain.
like one from whom people hide their faces
    He was despised, and we held Him in low esteem.
4 Surely He took up our pain and bore our suffering,
yet we considered Him punished by God,
    stricken by Him, and afflicted.
5 But He was pierced for our transgressions,
    He was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on Him,
    and by His wounds we are healed.
6 We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
    each of us has turned to our own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
    the iniquity of us."

isaiah 53:1-6



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