By My Stripes You are Healed

I’m sure there are better ways to spend Good Friday,

But I’m not sure what it would be.

As sin I’m worthy of every bruise, every stripe,

Through me, every transgression nailed to a tree.

But elevated, as I AM, I see into eternity;

Through Me you’re spotless and pure.

My hands pinned to a tree, the first time in forever

My Father’s not there; not close to Me.

I cry out, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?

Silence: He’s left me alone on this forsaken tree.

But elevated, as I Am, I see into eternity;

Through Me your blameless and free.

It’s now the ninth hour; My time is near.

They’ve divided My tunic; the last earthly tie.

Father, I thirst for what We once had;

 I want to come home; where again we’ll be One.

But elevated, as I Am, I see into eternity;

Through Me we’re together with the rest of Our clan.