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Can I help carry your cross Dear Jesus, on this sad day
From twelve to three, I must stay silent along the way
You were beaten with a whip, blood coming from within
Though I wish I could, I cannot take Your place,
For You are The Only One full of perfect grace.
You did it so there would be no more sin
I can see You on the cross with the nails
in Your hands and feet
I see the thorns on Your head,
I cry because You must see it through
You love me as You love everyone,
I promise to pray with You.
Good Friday, is a day when Jesus is mourned
The earth stands still, as the lightning strikes
Miracles come true
Death has lost its power, we have everlasting life
All I want is to be with You
My sins are now gone, carried on Your cross
Heaven is where I want to be
This Good Friday, I give You my heart from me.
© 2005 Linda Ann Henry
Do you remember me
The people's poet
Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them;
for they know not what they do.
And they parted his raiment, and cast lots.
Luke 23:34
 
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