Good Friday

It seems strange not having a Good Friday service to attend, but few churches in the US hold them. We had a tree taken down in the front yard today, and that got me thinking of ways to creatively blip on Good Friday.

On a hill far away
Stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame.
And I live that old cross
Where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.