Good Friday!

GOOD FRIDAY!

Out an alabaster box flowed precious spikenard 
A scented, prophetic reminder that something better was to be offered
Anointed ahead of time for burial temporary 
For those present in the room the act seemed contrary 

In bleeding prayers, in the Garden of Gethsemane
Christ waged war against our enemy 
Toward the cross, from Father sent
Toward the cross, willingly He went

Thorns, whip, and nails in skin
The chastisement of our peace was upon Him
Good Friday! Good Friday! declares the story
For in three days He would rise again in glory

Good Friday! Good Friday! bless the Lord O my soul 
Let mine own spikenard flow forth to the One who maketh me whole
Deliverance! Deliverance! set free from my sin
How glorious! How glorious! that Jesus lives within

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