I sang this at our Good Friday service tonight.
I cried. I reflected. I remembered. I experienced it sitting it next to my solemn seven-year old son.
I cried some more. We confessed a sin and nailed it to the cross, my son and I. And many others.
We sang. We prayed.
I'll share a secret with you, though. All is not lost. Death does not win... but that, my friends, is Sunday's story!
Weep today but remember, SUNDAY IS COMING!