It was a Friday
With the sun still asleep
a man stayed awake
A sleepless night of blood filled sweat
And sweat filled tears
A night where a kiss became a curse
A curse that would save the world

It was a Friday
a cry was heard
Father take this cup from me
not my will be done but yours
Though in case you are wondering
I don't wanna do this

It was a Friday
But there was no excitement for a weekend
Just a trial without justice
And a cry that had no end

A crowd gathered to convict a perfect man
To place every piece into Gods perfect plan
The plan of a God who loves us no matter far we go
And despite that great love we just keep saying no

It was a Friday
His very people we're given a choice
And rang in the air a single voice
As Jesus' name was lifted high
No words could be found but crucify

The son of God remained silent and stood
Endured a mockery that only perfect could

As whips pierced his back
And words pierced his soul
Spit split his brow
And thorns filled the holes

The hands that healed sickness
And gave site to the blind
Were nailed to a cross
Underneath a wicked sign

And there hung a savior
On a hill between thieves
Broken and bruised
Stripped and still bleeding

He clung to a life
Lived perfect and good
To pay for the sins
That you and I should

We deserved death
He wreaked of perfection
A love made so clear
That no one could question

It was a Friday

A father had forsaken his son
A fact driven home by the cry of his little one
My god my god cried a voice in the darkness
But God turned his back on the one who was faultless

He looked into the eyes of his betrayers
Gasping for air, and watching the takers
He put aside himself and asked forgiveness for the ones who helped
In putting him on this tree so that he could die for you and for me

In that moment the veil was torn
And the clouds became dark
The void between God
Filled with a perfect heart

A day full of evil
Of nails and of pain
And we have the audacity
To put good in its name

With his last breath he spoke
It is finished was heard
Death found its rest
In the flesh of the word

And as they pulled his body from the cross he bore
They claimed the king of the jews would live no more

It was a Friday

His mother wept
His friends stood silent
Denying faith
As the crowd got violent

Every hope their fingers clung to
Dashed and shattered in an effort to save you
The day turned night
All hope was lost
The disciples gathered to mourn for the cross

But this Friday wasn't all in vain
They forgot their best friends last name

The day that Christ fell
Mercy stood
And this is why we can call this Friday so good