{a Good Friday special}

On that day, through His tears and pain,
When love ran red through sin and shame,
Heaven stirred as He cried, "Forgive.";
Born to die so that Man may live.

The angels had sung when the waves obeyed,
When the water turned wine, and fishers of men He made.
The angels had praised, when He healed the sick,
And spoke of love so pure and free.

But when that love was made manifest
In His victory cry as He hung His head;
When they saw the Savior die for Man,
The angels were silent, as His love ran.

For is it possible, that a King would die
For a people of sin, and shame, and lies?
And when You took our place on the tree,
Your relentless love had set us free.

The Heavens opened, and rain fell down
As the angels cried, and man's sins drowned;
And through these ages of sin and shame,
Pour red showers of mercy and grace;
So today I come before you, Lord,
My life at Your feet, at the foot of the cross.

-c.t.