Good Friday

The wind blows different tonight. The clear sky of the early morning has turned to dark clouds.
The birds are singing a different song tonight. The trees and sky are in mourning. Perhaps, they don't even know Who they are mourning for tonight. The One who gave His Life so we could have ours. He took His last breath so that we could have our first. His blood poured out to cleanse our sinful hearts. He gave up His Life so that on the day of judgement, we could stand white as snow in front of The Throne of God.

Oh, may I then in Him be found. Oh, may I then in Him be found.