The bad happened on Friday.
But the Lord turned it for good.
The betrayal happened at dusk.
But the resurrection would happen at dawn.
Friday he was dead.
Sunday he was alive.
The worst part was on Friday.
The best part came on Sunday.
Friday was painful.
Sunday was praise filled.
Tears of morning is where it started.
Joyful shouting is where it ended.
There was a chance for release.
The crowd kept Jesus in bondage.
Pilot was pressured.
The people prevailed.
Jesus was arrested.
So I am free.
Jesus was punished.
So I am pardoned.
Jesus was killed on earth.
So I can live forever in heaven.
Jesus was stripped in his flesh.
So I am clothed in his righteousness.
A king on a cross.
A thief with a crown.
What kind of love is this?
What kind of man is this?
What kind of sacrifice is this?
Who am I?
Who is the “I am”?
Death to life.
Sinner to saint.
Lost to found.
This is the love of my Lord. May I never get over the power and sacrifice of the cross.
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