April 2, 2021 – Good Friday
“Love Song”
I’ve heard it said that a man would climb a mountain
Just to be with the one he loves
How many times has he broken that promise
It has never been done
I’ve never climbed the highest mountain
But I walked the hill of calvary
Just to be with you, I’d do anything
There’s no price I would not pay
Just to be with you, I’d give anything
I would give my life away
I’ve heard it said that a man would swim the ocean
Just to be with the one he loves
All those dreams are an empty emotion
It can never be done
I’ve never swam the deepest ocean
But I walked upon the raging sea
Just to be with you, I’d do anything
There’s no price I would not pay
Just to be with you, I’d give anything
I would give my life away
I know that you don’t understand
The fullness of My love
How I died upon the cross for your sins
And I know that you don’t realize
How much that I gave you
But I promise, I would do it all again
Just to be with you, I’ve done everything
There’s no price I did not pay
Just to be with you, I gave everything
Yes, I gave my life away.
“Good Friday”
Broken wing, forgotten dream, shattered thing
That a mans hands can’t ever truly mend
Shadow land, desert sand, a man searches
For a love that’ll never die
Truth be known, you’re not alone
Your aching bones will find a home
In place where God he sets us free
Wake me up before you go
I will listen for the sound of your voice
Hear the wind in the trees
It goes where it please
Like the breath in me
And all who have breath can sing
When we layed your body down
In earth and in the ground
Oh child, rest your soul.
Will a hope be made good
When a word is understood
In the day, will we see you again?
Gather round, hear the sound
Of a story that’s so old that it’s been told
Before time
He was born in the flesh and the blood
In a world that was dark as hell, and dead in sin
Born of the spirit, and the virgin child
He’s the son of God, son of man
I didn’t recognize that look in his eyes
When they cried
With a sorrow that no man has ever known
Hang him high, watch him die, hear the cry
Crucified up on that God forsaken tree
And all who have breath can sing
When we layed your body down
In the earth and in the ground
Oh Lord, rest your bones
Will a hope be made good
If your words are understood
In the day, will we see you again
Oh Eloi, Eloi, lama sabacthani?
Oh my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Oh Eloi, Eloi, lama sabacthani?
Oh my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
“The Hammer Holds”
A shapeless piece of steel,
That’s all I claim to be
This hammer pounds to give me form,
This flame, it melts my dreams
I glow with fire and fury,
As I’m twisted like a vine
I’m sure I’m bound to find
So dream a little, dream for me
In hopes that I’ll remain
And cry a little, cry for me
So I can bear the flames
And hurt a little, hurt for me
My future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here,
For they, the hammer holds
And the water, it cools me gray,
And the hurt’s subdued somehow
I have my shape, this sharpened point,
What is my purpose now?
And the question still remains,
What am I to be?
Perhaps some perfect piece of art
Displayed for all to see
So dream a little, dream for me
In hopes that I’ll remain
And cry a little, cry for me
So I can bear the flames
And hurt a little, hurt for me
My future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here,
For they, the hammer holds
The hammer pounds again,
But flames I do not feel
This force that drives me, helplessly,
Through flesh, and wood reveals
A burn that burns much deeper,
It’s more than I can stand
The reason for my life was to take
The life of a guiltless man
So dream a little, dream for me
In hopes that I’ll remain
And cry a little, cry for me
So I can bear the pain
And hurt a little, hurt for me,
My future is so bold
But my dreams are not the issue here,
For they, the hammer holds
This task before me may seem unclear
But it, my maker holds.
“When I Survey The Wondrous Cross”
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride
When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross
Forbid it Lord that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ my God
All the vain things that charm me most
I sacrifice them to His blood
When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross
See from His head, His hands, His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did e’re such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich crown?
When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross
Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were a present far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all
When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross
When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross
When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross