“Good Friday is the day you can do nothing. Bewailing and lamenting your manifold sins does not in itself make up for them. Scouring your soul in a frenzy of spring cleaning only sterilizes it; it does not give it life. On Good Friday, finally, we are all, mourners and mockers alike, reduced to the same impotence. Someone else is doing the terrible work that gives life to the world.”–Virginia Stem Owens

The Lamb! The Lamb! Oh father, where’s the sacrifice?
Faith sees, believes, God will provide the Lamb of Christ.
Worthy is the Lamb whose death makes me his own.
The Lamb is reigning on his throne.
The Lamb! The Lamb! One perfect final offering.
The Lamb! The Lamb! Let earth join heaven his praise to sing.
Worthy is the Lamb whose death makes me his own.
The Lamb is reigning on his throne.”–Lost and Found