When the day seems too long
When the night seems even longer
Worn by the world
Defeated and downtrodden
Evil has taken the battle
Night has overtaken the day
Black
Dark
Cold
How could this happen?
Burdened and beaten and bloodied
Ridiculed and wronged and rejected
Perfection pierced
Holiness defiled by my sin
Carrying each crime
Bearing the brutality
Accepting each offense as His own
Alone He faces death
The death that I deserve
Wreath of wrath
Torn by the tail of a whip
Crushed by the nails
Hung on display
We weep with the heaviness of it all
We feel the anguish of this tragedy
We place Him in the tomb
But…
We know that is not where He will remain
It’s not over yet.
Jodi Arndt 