This Is The Day…Good Friday

This is the day His hands bled for me.
This is the day He was nailed to a tree.
This is the day He cried in agony.
This is the day that He died for me.

This is the day He was buried by men.
This is the day that He took away sin.
This is the day not all about Him.
This is the day He rose to ascend.

Three days later, He rolled away stone,
To let us know, we’re not all alone,
To lead a path, our sins to atone,
To prepare a place we can all call our home.