good friday

come and see, come and see, come and see
the king of love
see the purple robe and crown of thorns he wears
soldiers mock, rulers sneer as he lifts the cruel cross
lonely and friendless now he climbs towards the hill

we worship at your feet, where wrath and mercy meet
and a guilty world is washed with love's great stream.

for us he was made sin, help me to take it in
deep wounds of love cry out, father forgive
we worship the lamb who was slain

come and weep, come and mourn
for your sin that pierced him there
so much deeper then the wounds of thorn and nail
all our pride, all our greed, all our foulness and shame
and the Lord has laid our punishment on Him
we worship at your throne where wrath and mercy meet.

easter and good friday is coming up :) and this poem kinda reminds me how come we can call a day where we commemorate some innocent dude's murder and yet call that day good.