Our saddest songs we sing.

For this Good Friday, I'm posting one of my own hymn texts. It works with several tunes, but if you want to "sing it" in your head as you read, try "Just As I Am." I've never used it in worship; I really intend it to be an anthem text.

 

Our Saddest Songs We Sing

L.M.

The crown of Jesus was a thorn

entwined into a ring of pain.

The sharpened points prick deep to cause

his blood to drip, his face to stain.

The train of Jesus was a robe –

a robe to mock, to shame, to scorn.

A purple remnant length of cloth,

by Christ the Son of God was worn.

The throne of Jesus was a cross.

From there he reigned o’er sin and death.

Humiliated and defamed,

he drew from life one final breath.

O blessed Jesus, Holy Christ –

our much-mistreated dying King.

With you we mourn, we weep, we grieve;

with you our saddest songs we sing.

R. G. Huff