Today is Good Friday; I walked down Church St. with my gal. We stopped at every church with a hundred of our neighbors, following a boy scout troop carrying a wooden cross, and the Salvation Army played their horns and banged their drum as the cross and people marched on. I heard each step Jesus took to his death. I heard he grieved and mourned and he went because he wanted to. I heard an old woman confess her sin to everyone in the street. I heard a boy crying for his father, did he really forsake him? I heard the song I sang at my grandfather’s funeral, the only song I knew.
thorns composed so rich a crown
thorns composed so rich a crown
thorns composed so rich a crown
I heard about these thorns, today I heard and recognized what they made.
It was great to hear.
See from his head, his hands, his feet!
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
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Awesome! I miss this side of you. Thanks for reminding me of what it’s all about.
I hope things are going well.
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