I’ve often had a day that I consider bad
Not a thing goes quite the way that I would wish it had
When I look back at one day that happened long ago
My bad day seems quite beautiful compared to what I’ll show
It started with betrayal from a friend that he held dear
Then a walk to a garden where he prayed with many tears
He asked his closest friends to pray with him as one
But they just fell asleep so he had to pray alone
Soon soldiers had arrived with that friend who turned away
A kiss upon his cheek was the clue that he’s the prey
After a brief scuffle all those with him turned to flee
He was taken captive by a Roman enemy
Early in the morning several trials now were held
Religious leaders found men who would fashion lies to tell
They beat him and the spit on him as he remained quite still
They charged him with blasphemy and took him down the hill
Just before the dawn the second trial took place
That Roman procurator found him guiltless to his face
Sent him back to Herod who did not know what to do
Back to the Roman who decided pain was due
They scourged him with a whip laced with chips of stone
Then placed upon his head a crown of longest thorns
Bloody and so tired he faced a crowd he’d seen
Just five days ago they had praised him in the streets
This time they would choice between him and some known thief
They chose the other guy and gave him no relief
Crucify him was their cry and they strapped on him a cross
He bowed under its weight and another helped him up
They made it to the place that others were to die
They drove through hands and feet long and painful spikes
The cross was set upright and the terror now began
Only nine am and what a day he had not planned
He hung there for six hours and many words he spoke
He asked God to forgive them for the life that they forsook
Halfway through the sky turned dark in middle of the day
The final act was written it is finished he did say
They laid him in a borrowed tomb and set a guard to watch
The tomb wad sealed with one large stone so no one could approach
His day was over and to us it looks so very bad
But truly it’s the best day that we have ever had
We call this day Good Friday for our sins were washed away
Our healing was provided by the stripes He took that day
Deliverance from all our enemies was now ensured
His death became our victory for all of time secured
So sing aloud your praises for this worst of any day
Remember what had happened when you’re stuck in nasty days
Rejoice in all your trials and worship His great name
Jesus Christ endured the cross to take away your pain
The Psalmist 