Those were my nails, that was my crown
That pierced Your hands and Your brow
Those were my thorns, those were my scorns
Those were my tears that fell down
And just as You said it would be
You did it all for me,
And after You counted the cost
You took my shame, my blame, on my cross
I had a chance to observe Good Friday with a friend and one of her friends
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