Dear friend, let us reflect in silence on this Good Friday, on the God who dared to die for us. He became flesh and did not spare His own life, but gave it up for the benefit of us all.
Let us look at Him crucified and weep in gratitude for what He has done for us.
Who is this man I see,
Covered in blood and sorrow,
Crowned with a crown of thorns,
That I may live tomorrow.
Why has He been condemned,
Scourged, mocked,
And crucified.
Weeping for love,
So cruelly denied.
He is the Christ, the Son of Mary,
He is the Lord I see,
The God made Man.
The Jew who died for me.
