Good Friday

To see the king of heaven fall in anguish to his knees the light and hope of all the world now overwhelmed with grief one nameless hears must easy to cry out in the garden who take this cup away from me yet not my will but yours yet not my will but yours know each friend will fall away and heaven's point be still for thou to have its benchful day upon the first ill no words described to be by God for taken to write down artists by and everything is pain and everything is pain what took him to this hred place What kept him on this road his love for Adams cursed grace for every broken soul No stem to slight to overlook No crime too great too carrying and yet he drinked No stand to die No crime too too carry on mingled this poison cup and yet he drank it all The Savior drank it all the time.

Surely he is born our griefs carried our sorrow, yet we esteemed him stricken by God and But he was pierced for a transcription.

He was crushed around quick upon him was the test product.