Good Friday

You chose the cross with every breath,
The perfect life, the perfect death:
You chose the cross
A crown of thorns You wore for us,
And crowned us with eternal life:
You chose the cross
And though Your soul was overwhelmed with pain,
Obedient to death You overcame.

I'm lost in wonder, I'm lost in love,
I'm lost in praise for evermore
Because of Jesus' unfailing love
I am forgiven, I am restored.

You loosed the cords of sinfulness
And broke the chains of my disgrace:
You chose the cross.
Up from the grave victorious
You rose again so glorious:
You chose the cross
The sorrow that surrounded you was mine,
Yet not my will but Yours be done You cried.