its 2 mins to the end of good fri as i began typing this.
and how is this Good Friday?
The Servant King
This is our God, the Servant King He calls us now, to follow Him To bring our lives, as a daily offering Of worship to the Servant King
From Heaven You came, helpless babe Entered our world, Your glory veiled Not to be served but to serve And give Your life that we might live
There in the garden of tears My heavy load He chose to bear His heart with sorrow was torn "Yet not My will, but Yours." He said
Come see His hands and His feet The scars that speak of sacrifice Hands that flung stars into space To cruel nails, surrendered
So let us learn How to serve And in our lives, enthrone Him Each other's needs to prefer For it is Christ we are serving
this song sums it up for this Good Friday, but as the cab driver puts it, good friday was not that good after all. May the Lord reconcile the bond between father and son...
