A dozen red roses, perfectly scented, handpicked and delivered to your door,
Champagne on ice, served with juicy strawberries, who wouldn’t ask for more?
The lady in the fiery red dress – every curve accentuated;
You ask her name, she slowly leans over and whispers “c...
T’was a cold dark Friday in history
One shrouded in deep mystery
As divinity clothed in humanity
Took a path that seemed like insanity
Evil around Him danced and pranced
As up Golgotha’s hill, He slowly advanced
the cross on His shoulders though heavy, seemed light