Broken hearts, broken dreams,
Disciples lost among the screams.
The blood he lost, the thorns he wore,
Reflecting life he had no more.
This Friday Black, yet oh so good,
A sacrifice, misunderstood.
A darkened sky, a Holy man’s cry,
We all know he had to die.
A veil to tear, top to bottom,
This man’s truth, never forgotten.
I cry my tears, for a perfect loss,
Because that day Jesus, died on the cross.