Good Friday

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

O sacred Head, now wounded with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns Thine only crown:
How pale Thou art with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn,
How does that visage languish, Which once was bright as morn!

What thou, my Lord, hast suffered Was all for sinners' gain:
Mine, mine was the transgression, But thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior: 'Tis I deserve thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor, Assist me with Thy grace.

What language shall I borrow To thank thee, dearest Friend,
For this, Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love to Thee. Amen.

When I think about the Lord...

When S was between 18 months to 2 years we started going to the pool at the YMCA. He loved the water and watching R play around him. One of his favorite things to do was to slowly walk in from the shallow end and step into deeper and deeper. It was so much fun to watch him discover how the water moved and how his body responded to it. There was only one problem with this "game": He didn't know the water was dangerous when it was deeper than he was. At some point I would have to pick him up and put him back in the shallow end.

This picture came to mind this morning when we sang the song "When I think about the Lord" at the part that went "...When I Think about the Lord, how He picked me up and turned me around, how He placed my feet on solid ground ..."