Good Friday

Gall is the taste of life when we

Who live must bear our Calvary.

On this day our Master died--

Christ, our Lord, the Crucified.

Upon the cross in agony

He shed his blood for love of me.

In every street, on every hill,

The Heart that stopped is beating still.



--Vincent Holm

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