
 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. Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do. And they parted his raiment, and cast lots. Luke 23:34      | | | | | | | | | | |