A LAMENT FOR GOOD FRIDAY
I cry out to you, O Lord, I say, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”
For I am a magnificent sinner and my relentless transgressions are ever before me.
My God, my God, why have you abandoned me and feel a million miles away?
Do not leave me alone with my darkness.
For I am a magnificent sinner and my relentless transgressions are ever before me.
O Lord, love me for who I want to be; not who I am.
Do not leave me alone with my darkness.
I’ve been Your son for fifty-eight years and need you every hour.
O Lord, love me for who I want to be; not who I am.
My God, my God, why have you abandoned me and feel a million miles away?
I’ve been Your son for fifty-eight years and need you every hour.
I cry out to you, O Lord, I say, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”
Never celebrate Easter on Good Friday; it diminishes both. Do not hurry to Sunday, my friends. Feel deep the darkness. Be present with Jesus today.
Field Notes On The Jesus Way 
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