Calvary is a hill where mercy and love converge.
The sturdy cross, a representation of failure, stands tall.
But just then and there, the plan of salvation unfolded.
As Jesus took on the burden of all of humanity's sins,
The crucifix still remains, serving as a nighttime beacon.
Where wrong met right, where justice kissed grace.
Oh, the blood that flowed, the sacrifice so grand,
The cross still stands, reaching out to every land.
Observe the bruises, the thorns, and the tears on His face—the spotless Lamb of God assuming our proper position.
As day broke through the gloom, he exclaimed,
And with the rolling stone thrown aside, optimism erupted once more.
Praise be to God, the curtain rent, the veil ripped,
From death to eternal life, our debt paid for once and for all.
The cross, once a rough symbol, is now a seat of grace.
Where sin finds its home and mercy flows like rivers.
Raise your gaze, cherished traveller, to that incredibly steep hill
where love was crucified and tears fell from both heaven and earth.
Because we remember and sing on this Good Friday
that the cross still stands and proclaims the eternal springtime of life.
Thus, let us assemble with our hearts lowered and our voices uplifted, in awe of His boundless love and marvel at His ways.
The cross remains, our haven and hymn,
where grace fortifies us and mercy embraces the wounded.
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