Good Friday

Teardrops gather and roll down her face.
How cruel and heartless is the human race?
They've taken her son away.
Stripped and whipped and tripped so he could pay..
For our sins, he shed his blood,
So we might live, and one day be with him.
Did you know there's an entrance fee to heaven, but it's already paid.

Dust swirls and gathers in the air.
Costly oils those women bear.
To where their savior lays.
Hit and spit upon so he could pay..
For our sins. He shed his blood,
So we might live, and one day be with him.
Did you know there's an entrance fee to heaven, but it's already paid

The sun is shining in early morn.
The tomb is open, the veil is torn.
The dead has risen again.
To earth he's come again after he paid..
For our sins. He shed his blood,
So we might live, and one day be with him.
Did you know there's an entrance fee to heaven, but it's already paid.
~Elena Luke (2008)

(Editor's note: This is actually a song I wrote, but I figured it fit pretty well.)