For Good Friday, I wanted to share the words of a song the Lord gave me years ago.
These are the wounds that I received
in the house of my friends who turned against me.
He with whom I ate bread has lifted his hand against me,
and I am lonely.
But the Spirit of glory and of God rests upon me
though I am broken.
Yes, the Spirit of glory and of God rests upon me,
and I am blessed because of Him.