Thoughts on Good Friday

"Oh how I love my Savior, oh how I love my Savior, oh how I love my Savior, because He first loves me. We'll shout & give Him glory, we'll shout & give Him glory, we'll shout & give Him glory, for glory is His own" (early American folk hymn).

I spent Good Friday evening worshipping through music in the temple. Sometimes music expresses thoughts & feelings that can't be shared any other way.

There's so much I want to say about how much I love this Man I call Savior, Redeemer, and Lord, so much to praise Him for every good thing in my life that He makes possible, so much to honor His Life, His Atonement, and His Perfect Love.

My words aren't big enough or anything close to beautiful enough to do Him justice.

So, turning to music again, here is one my favorite songs--the one my kids call "Mommy's Song"--to say what I can't phrase (another early American hymn, attributed to Robert Wadsworth Lowry.

My life goes on,
In endless song
Above earth's lamentation.

I hear a real,
tho' far-off hymn,
That hails a new creation.

Through all the tumult
And the strife
I hear the music ringing--

It sounds an echo
In my soul.
How can I keep from singing?

What if my joys
And comforts die?
The Lord, my Savior liveth.

What tho' the darkness
Gathers round,
Songs in the night He giveth.

No storm can shake
My inmost calm,
While to that refuge clinging--

If Christ is Lord
Of Heav'n & earth,
How can I keep from singing?

I lift my eyes,
The clouds grow dim;
I see the blue above it.

And day by day
This pathway smoothes,
Since first I learned to love it.

The peace of Christ
Makes fresh my heart,
A fountain ever springing

All things are mine
Since I am His--
How can I keep from singing?

All things are mine, since I am His--how can I keep from singing?