Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they nailed Him to the cross?
Were you there when they nailed Him to the cross?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they nailed Him to the cross?
Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
This song always makes me cry. Every Good Friday it is sung. And every Good Friday tears stream down my face thinking of Jesus’ passion. The pain, suffering, and agony he went through – for me.
As I listen to this song, I am taken to Mount Calvary. I imagine Jesus being whipped and spat upon, blood covering his body, nails piercing his skin. I can only imagine that pain he endured. I can only imagine what Mary felt as she carried her son’s limp body in her arms – the same arms in which she held him as a baby.
Good Friday. The day our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ performed the ultimate act of love by offering himself as a sacrifice and dying on the cross for the forgiveness of our sins. It is by far one of the saddest days of the year. Yet, it is the day we were redeemed. The day we were saved. Good Friday – a day of sorrow and gratitude.
Thoughts Of A Catholic Girl 