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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

My final shape, my final form

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