I went to a concert this morning. Talk about an awesome venue. The backdrop on the stage was so gorgeous, perfect for a Great Friday. It was this massive screen that had been designed by the Artist, with brilliant splashes of grays, blues, oranges and pinks, and as the music played, the screen changed, going from a pale dim to a brilliance that took my breath away. 

The musicians sat on a stunning stage, too. The chairs were a variety of styles, some draped in florals, some in delicate greenery, others showing the bare beauty of the craftmanship of their Creator, each chair designed to be unique, showing off its lovely individuality against the glowing backdrop I was so privileged to view.

And the music. Oh, the music was the sound of Heaven, I am sure. The instruments were expertly tuned to the precise specifications of the Conductor. And the songs those musicians played took my breath away. I am absolutely sure if words had been added to the music, would have gone something like this:

At the Cross

Alas! and did my Savior bleed and did my Sov’reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head for such a worm as I?

Thus might I hide my blushing face while His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, and melt my eyes to tears.

But drops of grief can ne’er repay the debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away, ’tis all that I can do.

At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!

But this is what I actually heard:  

Great Friday Music