April 14

Our Dearest Friend,
What language can we borrow this morning for Your greatness toward us? While we deserve death, You took it for us. Your tender body bares the marks that should be ours. Your face the spit, Your head the thorns. Your back the beating, yet Your love is strong and saving, spilled all for sinner’s sake. Thank you for the precious flood whose contents washes all our sins away. We love you Lord, Amen.