Good Friday

Good Friday

Good Friday


The day redemption became our story.


The day Jesus paid it all despite all the times we have gone our own way.


The day we remember the power of hope in suffering.


The day we sit in stillness and remembrance that Sunday is coming.


Jesus paid it all. All to Him I owe. Sin had left a crimson stain. He washed it white as snow.

 

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