Wonder of the cross

Your glory fills the heavens; Your glory fills the earth
Still You chose surrender You gave Yourself for me

God of my salvation Hope of righteousness
You paid the price of freedom
You took a lonely cross

Bless the Lord always
Bless Your holy Name

And You saw me
When You took a crown of thorns
And Your blood washed over me
And You loved me
Through the nails that You bore
And Your blood washes over me

Amazing like no other
Grace without an end
As Your word had promised
You died and rose again

Artist Hillsong

At this time I thought we would celebrate our Lord.

Unlike the followers of our Lord at that time we know how the story ends.

So we celebrate even as we remember and cringe at how He died.

For the joy set before Him our Lord endured.