Oh the burden of my sin
You must have held there on the cross
I am crushed to see you suffer
Friday’s good to me is lost
Why this ending?
Why this plan?
Why for me
A sinful man?
Lifted high
And nailed secure
You offered me
New life and more
But still I hate the way
That my sin brought so much pain
May I never take for granted
The death that life for me has gained
An Unexpected Writer 