A distant hill once held a thing
A pair of beams of wood
And what occurred upon that cross
Has made this Friday Good
The sun is black in midst of day
The light is now put out
There will not be a laugh today
Nor joy or happy shout
Oh daughters of Jerusalem
The day is looking grim
But even in the darkest hour
You’ll keep your eyes on Him
So contemplate the broken Man
Whose final gasp of life
Would give the means for everyone’s
Escape from sin and strife
Centurion once blind can see
Proclaiming with a shout
The Man who was just crucified
Was God without a doubt
The tomb is opened up for Him
As they lay Him inside
A multitude of those once dead
Into the city stride
The curtain in the temple torn
As violently earth shakes
From cracking rocks and splitting stones
The world feel the quakes
And further tremors down below
As all the resting host
Are told the news that death is dead
And Satan has no boast
But though the one’s in Sheol have heard
The greatest news to say
The people that are on the earth
Know naught but death today
They don’t know yet, but soon will see
That this was Good Friday