In the name of Jesus,
the sky grew dark at noon.
Thorns crowned the King of Heaven,
and earth held its breath
as love was nailed to wood.

He walked the path we could not bear,
each step a prayer,
each wound a promise.
Blood fell like mercy
on a world too broken to know its worth.

Mocked by mouths He came to save,
pierced by hands He shaped from dust-
He hung between two thieves,
but carried all our shame.

Yet still He whispered,
"Father,forgive."

And when it was finished,
it had only just begun.

Three days of silence,
then stone gave way to glory.
The grave,now empty-
our hearts,now full.

In the name of Jesus,
suffering became salvation,
death became a door,
and love-
eternal.