Suffering for Joy: Easter 2016

Friday's glory realized:
Sunday, the King claims his prize!
The lashes opened doors;
We see what suff'ring's for.

Drew yourself close to vile man,
suffered at his sinning hands,
laid your life down for a short time
but with the strength to rise again.

Guilty mocked your triumphant death
and cheered your releasing breath.
Yet for your joy you endured
that we may praise our sin's Cure.

What glory in your resolve!
The chains of death dissolved
by Savior, Christ. Blood shed for sin -
He'll have the joy set before him!

Christ, you found and perfect me,
part of a world returning.
In your strength and witness,
remove my sin and weakness.

My Suffering, Your Suffering: Good Friday 2016

Where have you gone, my Lord?
Don't you hear me in dischord
hoping to hear your voice?
Some peace and I'll rejoice.

No. My heart sinks like stone
and I'm sick to my bones.
Do I suffer in vain?
Can you hear my soul strain?

You show me your stained brow,
crested with my mocking crown.
You let me dig the thorns in tight;
I cheered with scoffers at the sight.

Why lay down your life on that tree?
Why endure such hostility?
I'm vile: dirt before holy eyes!
There must be a reason for your demise...