THAT DAY

Show me, Lord, more fully still

What happened on that ugly hill

The day my Savior died.

 

Suffering Savior

You wrestled with the thought

Till blood poured from your brow.

The only time you pled with God

To lift the cup away.

But then, your broken will,

Surrendered full and pure,

To take the cup God had alone for You.

 

You lifted to Your mouth and drank

The foolishness of mindless men

whom You had come to save.

The laughing accusations from the one

Who thought he’d won that day.

The crushing cross, the searing pain,

And worse—the turn of God.

Until the cup, completely drained,

Lay empty at Your feet.

 

Holy Spirit

O gentle Comforter!

You came ‘long side the Lord

As You had always done.

You gave Him strength to bear the cross

And then to face the grave.

But with His final breath

You were released,

And He faced hell alone.

 

Righteous Father

The utter pain you suffered on that day.

Your only Son You cast away,

As sin’s full stain became Your Son.

And Your full wrath came thundering down

Colliding at the cross.

My God, what have You done?

The sun shrank back in unbelief.

All nature cried in cosmic grief

Beholding perfect love in heaven and earth.

 

Humble Follower

O, let me ne’r forget.

And when I’m tempted still,

Burn forth the image, full and deep

Upon my foolish will,

As once again I see

Just what the cross has done for me,

Till at your feet I humbly bow

And give my life, my soul, my all.

 

 

Bill Elliff

Good Friday, April 3, 2026