It's Good Friday. This time approximately 1, 976 year ago, my Savior had given his life for me and you. He was sinless, but suffered the most brutal death and hung on a cross while he was mocked. He did it for me. He did it for you. He was separated from God so we wouldn't have to be. Praise be to Jesus.
Jesus paid it all, all to Him I owe.
Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.