Good Friday at The Refuge 2026

The nails have a language. I didn't know that before. Today the iron could speak so fluently in pain that it could translate a life into a single word. Deserved. Every breath is stolen now.

Fitting, isn't it? I have spent my days taking what was not mine. And now I still air from my own lungs. As though even this I have no right to keep. The crowd spits his verdict upward.

I used to be among them. Not like this, but close enough. Close enough to know the rhythm of cruelty, the easy laughter when someone else is broken. I am no innocent man. My hands remember the weight of what I took.

The doors I forced open, the fear in another man's eyes as I convinced myself that hunger, that need, can justify anything. I told myself stories. I made myself the hero in each one. But there is no story left now. Only truth.

And truth hangs beside me. At first I didn't look at him. I couldn't. Not because of the blood, but because of the silence. He does not curse.

Do you understand? He does not curse. The other man spits venom and vengeance, clawing for dignity with words. And yesterday I would have joined him. I would have hurled my bitterness like stones.

But something breaks in me instead. Because this man, this broken, bleeding man, speaks as though he still has authority over breath itself. Father, forgive them. Forgive. The word moves through me like a blade, sharper than the nails.

Forgive who? Them. Us. Me.

Come on. Let's stand together tonight and sing. Worship together.

I hear the Savior say Thy strength indeed is small Child of weakness Watch and pray and find in me thy all in all and Jesus paid it all and all to him alone where sin had left a crimson stain still white as snow.

Lord, now indeed I find thy power and night alone can change the little spots him melt the heart of stone Jesus paid it all dawn to him I own and had left a crimson stain he was still white as snow oh, yes, he did he washed it white as snow yes, he did him with be before the throne and I stand in him complete Jesus died my soul to sleep and my lips shall still repeat we sing Jesus Jesus paid it all O to him I Sin had left a crimson stain still white as snow oh, Jesus paid it all to in my room Sin had left a crimson stain he was still white as snow he washed it white as snow he was still widest oh, yes, he did oh, we thank you, Lord.

Come on, we lift this up Together we sing all praise. No, praise the one who paid my dead and praise this lion for up from the dead oh, praise the one who Paid my debt and raises the life up from the dead. Oh, praise the one who paid my dead. And raises alive up from the dead. Oh, praise the one who paid my dead.

And praise us alive. For we praise you, Lord. Oh, praise the one who paid my debt. And praises the life of from the dead. Oh, praise the one who paid my debt.

And praise us alive who praises Jesus.

King Jesus.

It's Jesus.

King Jesus.

Jesus paid it all and all. To him sin had left a crimson stain. He was still wise. One more time we sing. Jesus.

Jesus paid it all and all. To him sin had left a crimson stain. He was still white as snow. Amen. Come on.

You may be seated.

Isaiah 53, verses 3 through 7. He is despised and rejected by man. A man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. And we hid, as it were our faces from him. He was despised, and we did not esteem him.

Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows. Yet we esteemed him, stricken, smitten by God and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions. He was bruised for iniquities. The chastisement of our for our peace was upon him.

And by his stripes we are healed.

All. We, like sheep, have gone astray. We have turned everyone to his own way. And the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all. He was oppressed and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth.

He was led as a lamb to the slaughter. And as a sheep before its shearers is silent, so he opened not his mouth.

Come on, let's stand together.

You gave your life for mine. Nailed to the cross. You crucified all of my sin and shame. It was washed by your merc.

And you are the treasure I find and my reason for living. So let my life become an offering to the one who is worthy. Come on, we sing.

And all praise to the Lord most high. All praise to the one who sa.

King of heaven. You're my king forever.

My king forever.

You storm the gates of my heart. The veil in between was torn apart. Now you hold the keys to the grave. Cause you bring things to life. You roll stones away.

And all praise to the Lord most High. And all praise to the one who saved my life. All praise to Jesus Christ, High King of Heaven and my king forever. And praise to the Lord most High. And all praise to the one who saved my life.

All praise to Jesus Christ, High King of Heaven. You're my king forever.

My king forever.

You're my king forever. Oh, come on. We respond Tonight.

So I lift my hands up, lay my whole life, my whole life down before you I lift my hands up, play my whole life down, My whole life now is for you. I lift my hands up, lay my whole life down, My whole life down before you. I lift my hands up, lay my whole life down My whole life now is for you. So I lift my hands up, lay my whole life down, My whole life down for you I lift my hands up, lay my whole life down My whole life now is for you.

All praise to the Lord most High. And all praise to the one who saved my life. Oh, praise. Praise to Jesus Christ, High King of Heaven and my king forever. And all praise to the Lord most High.

And all praise to the one who saved my life. All praise to Jesus Christ, High King of Heaven. You're my king forever. I lift my hands up, play my whole life down, my whole life down. For you.

I lift my hands up, lay my whole life down, My whole life now is for you.

And all praise to the Lord most High. And all praise to the one who saved my life. All praise to Jesus Christ, our King of Heaven. You're my king forever.

You're my king forever. Oh, we thank you, Lord, for your sacrifice, for your mercy.

Come on, we sing. We pour out our praise so we pour out our praise. We pour out our praise. We pour out our praise on the feet of Jesus. We pour out our praise.

We pour out our praise. Pour out our praise on the feet of Jesus. We pour out our praise Pour out our praise. We pour out our praise on the feet of Jesus. We pour out our praise.

We pour out our praise.

So praise to the Lord most High and all praise to. To the one who sa Jesus Christ, our King of Heaven. One more time we sing. All praise and all praise to the Lord.

And all praise to the one who saved my and all praise to Jesus Cross, High King of Heaven. You're my king forever.

Yeah, you guys may be seated.

Mark 15. And they clothed him with purple. And they twisted a crown of thorns and put it on his head and began to salute him. Hail, King of the Jews. Then they struck him on the head with a reed and spat on him.

And bowing the knee, they worshiped him. And when they mocked him, they took the purple off him, put his own clothes on him, and led him out to crucify him. Then they compelled a certain man, Simon of Cyrenian, the father of Alexander and Rufus, as he was coming out of the country and passing by, to bear his. His cross. And they brought him to the Place of Galgotha, which is translated place of a skull.

Then they gave him wine mingled with myrrh to drink, but he did not take it. And when they crucified him, they divided his garments, casting lots for them to determine what every man should take. Now, it was the third hour, and they crucified him. And the inscription of his accusation was written above the king of the Jews. With him they also crucified two robbers, one on his right and the other on his left.

So the scripture was fulfilled, which says. And he was numbered with the transgressors.

Let's all stand together.

The precious fountain from Calvary's mountain flowing down to you and I. It washes us clean. Oh, what a mystery.

That red blood makes me white. And isn't it wild?

Doesn't it make you wonder how something so profound could be so simple? Oh, the blood, the blood, the blood. O the wonderful blood. You love, you love, you love. Oh, the marvelous love.

Let the redeemed sing a song, praises belong to the sun.

The blood, the blood, the blood. Oh, the wonderful blood.

My precious Jesus. Oh, I'm so thankful for the day you saved my life. As I remember, my heart grows. Tender tears begin to fill my eyes. And isn't it wild?

And doesn't it make you wonder how something so profound could be so simple? And isn't it wild? And doesn't it make you wonder how something so divine could be so simple?

The blood, the blood, the blood. O the wonderful blood. You love, you love, you love. Oh, the marvelous love. Let the redeemed sing a song, praises belong to the sun.

The blood, the blood, the blood. Oh, the wonderful blood. Oh, God, we thank you for the blood.

Oh, we thank you, thank you, oh, we thank you, Jesus.

The work you did is finished. All of our sins forgiven. And now we get to live in the wonder of the working blood. The cross was your decision, but death was not the ending. You rose and now you're risen.

The wonder of the working blood. The work you did is finished. All of our sins forgiven. And now we get to live in the wonder of the working blood. The cross was your decision, but death was not the ending.

You rose and now you're risen. The wonder of the working blood. The wonder of the working blood. The wonder of the working blood. The wonder of the working blood.

The blood, the blood, the blood. Oh, the wonderful blood. You love, you love, you love. Oh, the marvelous love. The blood, the blood, the blood.

All the wonderful blood. You love, you love, you love. Oh, the marvelous love. Let the redeemed Sing a song praises belong to the sun.

The blood, the blood, the blood. Oh, the wonderful blood.

The blood, the blood, the blood. Oh, the wonderful blood. You love, you love, you love. Oh, the marvelous love. Let the redeemed sing a song praises belong to the sun.

The blood, the blood. The blood. O the wonderful blood.

Thank you.

Hallelujah. Hallelujah. I know it was the blood. Could have only been the blood. Hallelujah.

Hallelujah. I know it was the blood. Could have only been the blood. Hallelujah. Hallelujah.

I know it was the blood. Could have only been the blood. Hallelujah. Hallelujah. I know it was the blood.

Could have only been the blood.

Oh, we thank you for the blood.

Oh, we thank you, Jesus. We thank you, Jesus.

Cause it's never been about performance perfection. We're striving for acceptance. Let me tell you, it's only by the blood. It's never been about deserving or earning. It's a gift that's freely given.

Let me tell you, it's only by the blood. Cause it's never been about performance perfection or striving for excess acceptance. Let me tell you, it's only by the blood. It's never been about deserving or earning. It's a gift that's freely given.

Let me tell you, it's only by the blood. Does anybody want to be holy and righteous, Purified and spotless? Let me tell you, it's only by the blood. Does anybody want to be worthy, forgiven, justified, really living? Let me tell you, it's only by the blood.

So hallelujah. Hallelujah. I know it was the blood. Could have only been the blood. Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

I know it was the blood. Could have only been the blood. Hallelujah, Hallelujah. I know it was the blood. Could have only been the blood.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Hallelujah. I know it was the blood. Could have only been the blood.

Could have only been the blood. We sing oh precious.

How precious. Here's the flow that makes me wide as snow. No other found I know nothing but the blood. Oh, we sing, O Precious. Singing O precious is the.

That makes me white as snow.

Nothing but the blood. Come on. Just your voice as we sing oh precious. Singing oh precious is the flow that makes me white as snow. No other fountain.

Nothing but the blood. Come on. One more time. We lift that up. Tonight we sing an O Precious is the thorn that makes me wide as a snow.

No other fountain but the blood of Jesus. Jesus, yeah. Come on. If you're grateful for that blood tonight. Can you just lift Thanksgiving to the Lord tonight?

Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Jesus. You guys may take a seat and turn your attention to the screens.

Jesus is my refuge. I have a reason, you know, to act out my faith. Jesus, for me, is more of a representation of what it is to be human, how you should be a human. My Savior and my salvation. Appreciating everything that God and Jesus have done for us and his sacrifices.

He is someone that I think he's cool and, like, I appreciate him. When it comes, like, to struggling with things that I struggle with, I could pick my head up, you know, it's not a. It's not a one, one and out type of thing.

Different people see Jesus in different ways. Those were some students out at the University of North Carolina, Charlotte, or Charlotte, as it's called. And we just ask them the question, how do you see Jesus? Depends on. Depending on what lenses you have on will determine the way that you see Jesus.

So the question I want to pose to you for the next few minutes is this. How do you see Jesus? What's your view of him? It was on a cold January morning in 2007, and a guy in a baseball cap, blue jeans, T shirt, and a jacket walked into the Linfont Plaza subway station in New York City. Everybody's making their morning commute.

He pulls out a violin, and for the next 45 minutes, he began to play music. Very intricate, beautiful pieces. In those 45 minutes, 1097 people walked past him. Only seven people stopped for longer than a minute to listen to him. Him.

He collected $32 in tips in his ball cap.

One person recognized him.

It was Joshua Bell, one of the most famous violinists in the entire world.

Just three nights earlier, he had sold out a large theater in Boston where the average ticket price was over a hundred dollars.

But because all of those people were busy with their morning commute, they were looking through the lenses of their busy schedules.

They didn't recognize that it was a famous violinist. After 45 minutes, he put his violin in his case. Nobody gathered around. Nobody applauded. He just disappeared into the crowd.

No fanfare whatsoever.

The violin that he was playing with was a stradivarius valued at $3.5 million. Over a thousand people that walked right past him because of the way that they viewed him, they just interpreted that he was just some street performer. Others just considered him to be a distraction to their morning commute. And because of that, they miss the opportunity to have an encounter with one of the greatest violinists in the world. In the midst of our current culture, in the midst of our cluttered, chaotic lives.

My fear is that you and I will do the same thing, that we will miss the opportunity to have an encounter with Jesus.

Let's look through Scripture at the view that a guy by the name of Judas had. We all know who he is. He's really famous for one thing. He betrayed Jesus. He was handpicked along with 11 others to apprentice under Jesus, to learn from Jesus.

He spent three years with them. He had a front row seat to these unbelievable miracles. And he had private teaching moments for three years with a man that thousands sought to have an audience with. But he was looking through faulty lenses. His vision and his perspective, somewhere along the way began to change.

And we see it in Matthew, chapter 26, verse 16. Listen. It says, from that time on, Judas began looking for an opportunity to betray Jesus. Something had changed. Something had shifted.

Judas was opportunistic. Some people today place personal gain over devotion to Jesus. They only view Christianity as something that will benefit them some way. Some people just see it as fire insurance just to escape the fires of hell. Other people see it as a get out of jail card free that they only view Jesus as somebody that'll help them when they're in a mess, when they're in trouble.

Disciples learn.

Opportunistic people leverage.

Devoted followers bond. Opportunistic people betray. Matthew 26, verse 47 says this. And even as Jesus said this, Judas, one of the 12 disciples, arrived with a crowd of men armed with swords and clubs. They had been sent by the leading priests and elders of the people.

The traitor Judas had given them a prearranged signal. You'll know which one to arrest when I greet him with a kiss. And so Judas came straight to Jesus. Greetings, Rabbi. He exclaimed.

And he gave him the kiss. The choice that Judas made was steeped in selfishness. He was looking through lenses that led him to sell his soul for four months of salary, 30 pieces of silver. Well, like many people discover, the thing that we think is going to fulfill us, or the thing that we think is going to fill the hole in our hearts becomes a thing that we despise.

Like David's son Amnon, who was infatuated and attracted to his half sister Tamar. And according to 2nd Samuel 13, he devised a plan to get Tamar into his bedroom alone. And then he forced himself on her.

And then we read these words. Second Samuel, chapter 13, verse 15, it says this. Then suddenly Amnon's love turned to hate. And he hated her even more than he had loved her. Get out of here.

He snarled at her. Hey, maybe some of you are like that. The thing that you thought was going to be so fulfilling to you has now turned into an addiction that you hate. The immorality that you thought would fill the hole in your heart has now turned into this thing that just makes you feel worse about yourself.

We read this in Matthew 27, verses 3 through 5. When Judas, who had betrayed him, realized that Jesus had been condemned to die, he was filled with remorse. We took the 30 pieces of silver back to the leading priests and the elders. I've sinned, he declared, for I have betrayed an innocent man. What do we care?

They retorted. That's your problem. And then Judas threw the silver coins down in the temple, and he went out and hanged himself. The thing that he thought would be fulfilling, the thing he thought would give him meaning and purpose, became a thing that he hated. And it led him to shame and to sorrow and eventually to suicide.

What seemed like a great opportunity in the beginning just simply ended in tragedy.

Let's look at the view of some of the soldiers that were there for the crucifixion that were part of hanging Jesus on a cross. Matthew 27, verse 27 says this. Some of the governor's soldiers took Jesus into their headquarters and they called out the entire regiment. They stripped him, put a scarlet robe on him. They.

They wove thorn branches into a crown and put it on his head. And they placed a reed stick in his right hand as a scepter. And then they knelt before him in mockery and taunted, hail, King of the Jews. And they spit on him and grabbed the stick and struck him on the head with it. And when they were finally tired of mocking him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him again.

And then they led him away to be crucified. Many people in our culture treat Jesus the same way today. They're looking through lenses that are tainted with sarcasm and scorn and skepticism. But other soldiers that were there, they saw the same thing. It was the same man, same Jesus.

But yet. Yet they were looking through different lenses. They viewed him differently. Their perspective changed. We read it in Matthew, chapter 27, verse 54.

The Roman officer and the other soldiers at the crucifixion were terrified by the earthquake and all that had happened. They said this man truly was the son of God.

The thief that we heard from earlier was hanging on a cross right beside Jesus. Initially saw Jesus as one to be despised. In fact, he couldn't even bring himself to look at him. However, the way that he saw Jesus began to shift. His view began to change when he heard Jesus utter the words, father, forgive them, Father, forgive them.

Again, the question how do you view Jesus? How do you see Him? What lenses are you looking through?

See, I realize there may be some people here and your view of Jesus may be askew. Maybe it's not proper.

Maybe you're looking through faulty lenses. Maybe you are opportunistic like Judas. Maybe you're like the soldiers. All you want to do is spit at him, scorn, shame, mock him, whatever the case may be. Maybe some of you are just so covered over with shame that's clouded your view of how much Jesus really loves you.

And that's what tonight is about. It's a reminder of his incredible love for each one of us.

The reality, again, as I said in the beginning, is that there is nobody. There's nobody that loves you like Jesus. There's nobody that ever has, and there's nobody that ever will. And listen, I've said this for years. There's not one thing you can do today that's going to make him love you anymore.

And there's nothing you can do that'll make him love you any less. His love for you is unchanging. It's unconditional. It's undeserved. But it doesn't change the fact he's crazy about you.

He's crazy about you. And God may have brought you here this evening. God may have had you watching online just to remind you of that. To remind you of how much he loves you. To remind you that the greatest miracle there is, the greatest healing miracle there is, is not Jesus raising somebody from the dead.

It's Jesus taking a heart that's black and making it as white as snow. That's the greatest miracle there is. And you know what? He still does that miracle today. He'll do that miracle right now for you.

There's nothing that you've done that is beyond his ability to wash you and to make you pure again. Nothing. He wants to do that right now. He wants to do that tonight. Here's what we're going to do.

I want to invite wherever our prayer team is seated, wherever you are. I want you to just stand right where you are right now. Any members of our prayer team, just stand right where you are.

Now. Here's what we're going to do in just a moment, we're going to pray. But I want without anybody Closing their eyes, Everybody's looking around, and this is going to take some courage. But if you're here in this place and you're not in a relationship with Jesus, I'm not talking about religion, religion. I'm not talking about how many times you've been to church.

I'm not talking about the fact that you went through catechism. I'm not talking about how many scriptures you've memorized or how many good deeds that you've done. I'm talking about the fact that you are not in a relationship with Jesus. Or maybe you were at one time, but you're not right now. It's probably happened to the majority of us.

Like the. The things of life have just caused us to drift away from him at different times. But tonight is your chance to just reconnect with him, is your chance to recommit your life to him and to say, I want to view you properly. I want to be a devoted follower of Jesus. So here's what I'm going to do.

In just a moment, I'm going to count to three. And when I say three, if you're here and you're not in a relationship with Jesus or you're in what some would call a rebellious season or a backslidden state or whatever it might be, maybe you need to recommit your life. When I say three, without hesitating, I want you to just stand right where you are.

Here's your opportunity. You can pass right on by Jesus and continue looking through faulty lenses and miss an encounter with Him. Or you can say, God brought me here tonight so I could reconnect with him. God brought me here tonight so I could go from death to life. That's what it's about.

That's what it's about. That's the miracle that he wants to do in you. So when I count to three, when I say three, if that's you, if that's you, if you need to reconnect with him, if you need to give your life to him, don't hesitate. When I say three, I want you to stand to your feet. You ready?

Here we go. 1, 2, 3. 3. Stand up right now. If that's you, come on.

All over this place. Stand to your feet. There you go. Take some courage, but come on, you can do it. That's it.

Come on, stand to your feet.

Awesome. Come on. Come on. Anybody else? Stand to your feet.

If that's you, I want you to stand up right where you are. That's it. I love you. Praise God, thank you. Anybody else?

Come on, stand to your feet. Now's your chance. Listen, he hung on that cross for you. He died for you. He shed his blood for you so that you could be clean tonight, so you could be in relationship with him.

Keep standing.

There's several that have stood, but there may be somebody who just in the moment, you couldn't muster up the courage to do it. It's not too late, let me tell you. You're in a room full of people that love you, and nothing would thrill us more than for you to reconnect with him.

There you go. It's awesome. Love it.

Come on. Anybody else? If you did not stand, but you know you should have. Come on. Don't miss this chance to have an encounter with him.

Come on. If you didn't stand, do it right now. Come on, stand up right now. We're gonna pray in just a moment. I just feel so prompted of the Lord.

There's somebody else. You're hesitating, but, man, the Lord's reaching out to you. God's throwing you a lifeline right now and saying, you don't have to live this way. Like, I can forgive you, I can wash you. I'm gonna fetch you.

And you haven't stood. Do it. Do it right now. Do it right now.

Prayer team, I want you to just look around, and if you can, I want you to just make your way to these who have stood. I want you to just put a hand on their shoulder, put your arm around them. We're going to pray in just a moment. We're going to take communion together a little bit. The apostle Paul tells us we should examine our hearts.

And this is what you're doing. You're just examining your heart right now and say, man, something's not right on the inside of me. I'm going to lead us in a prayer, and I'm going to ask that every, every single person in this room pray this prayer with me out loud. Those of you who are standing, I want you to pray it out loud. Come on.

The Bible says if you'll confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.

So when we pray this prayer, I want everybody praying this prayer together out loud. Those of you that are standing around these who have stood, come on, you pray it along with them. Come on. Just bow your heads all over the room. Everybody, come on, Say this with me, Jesus.

Come on. Everybody in the room. Jesus, thank you for dying for me. Thank you for taking my place on the cross. For shedding your blood so that I could be washed, so that I could have relationship with you.

And I thank you that your blood covers me tonight.

I invite you into my heart.

I repent for what I've done. I'm so sorry, Jesus, that I've hurt your heart. I ask you to forgive me. Wash me in your blood. Make me a new creature.

Old things passed away. All things made new. I invite you in tonight, Jesus. I give you my life. I want to follow you all the days of my life.

And I declare you now as my Lord and as my Savior and as my king. Thank you, Jesus. In your name I pray. Amen. Come on.

Can we just celebrate and give the Lord praise? Yeah. Come on. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Jesus.

Hallelujah. Thank you, Jesus, for what you've done. You can be seated. Let's look one more time through the eyes of the thief on the cross. Cross.

Father, forgive them. I forced my head to turn. It is no small thing. This movement cost me breath. Cost me fire in my chest.

But I must see him. And when I do, God help me. No, no. That's the wrong way to say it. God is here.

Not robed, not crowned in gold, but crowned yet with thorns and blood and something I cannot name except truth. He does not look like a king I've ever known. But then, I have never known a king who would stay. Any other man with power would come down, would tear the sky open, would call down legions, would prove it. But he remains as though love has nailed him there.

More surely than iron ever could. I begin to understand. Not all at once, not cleanly, but like dawn bleeding into night, slow and undeniable. I am guilty. Not just of what they caught me for, but of a life spent choosing myself over everything that was good.

And beside me hangs a man who has done no wrong. No wrong. The words taste strange, like a language I forgot I knew. I hear my own voice spilling out like his blood. Rough cracked, but true.

We deserve this. The confession falls between us. Heavy with everything I am. We are receiving what we have earned. And then.

Oh, God, give me breath for this. But this man, he has done nothing wrong. The world narrows. There is no crowd now. No sky.

No pain, even. Or rather, the pain becomes something else. Something almost clean. It is just him. Just me and the space between us.

Filled with everything I have ever been and everything I never dared to hope I could be. What does a thief ask a king? Gold? Freedom? Escape.

No. I've taken enough. I have Demanded. Enough. There is only one thing left that I do not deserve.

My voice trembles not from the pain this time, but from the weight of daring to speak at all. Jesus. The name feels like water on a tongue long dry. Remember me. I almost stopped there, because even that is too much, too bold, too impossible.

But something in his eyes invites the rest. Rest when you come into your kingdom. There, it is said, a lifetime reduced to a single plea, hung between heartbeats and death. I expect silence. I expect nothing.

I deserve nothing. But he turns his head. Do you hear me? He turns for me. For a thief.

For a man who has nothing to offer but ruin and regret. And there in his gaze, there is no calculation, no weighing of scales, no ledger being balanced. Only mercy. Truly, his voice is not loud. But it doesn't need to be.

It carries something stronger than thunder. Today. You will be with me in paradise. Today. Not after I prove myself.

Not after I repay what I stole. Not after I become better. Today the word shatters me and remakes me all in the same breath. Paradise. Not a place I have earned.

A place I am given. And not just a place with me. The nails still speak. The pain is still real. The sky is still darkening.

But something has changed. No, everything has. The cross still holds me. But I am no longer who I was when I was lifted onto it. It I will leave, remembered not for what I took, but for the moment I finally saw.

Saved not by anything I have done, but by what has been revealed to me. The king beside me does not come down. He does not save himself. And somehow that is how he saves me. I have seen the Lord and that is enough.

Come on, let's stand together.

Oh, that rugged cross the selfless pain he bore he breathed his final breath that I would be restored by his body that was broken Precious blood freely shed the spotless Lamb of heaven has forever conquered death.

Jesus is my healer he's everything I need he alone has triumphed over sickness and disease Fear where is your power? The cross is your defeat oh, Jesus is my healer he has won the victory.

Oh, how great a love I'm held by perfect peace he walks with me through valleys Understands my suffering Every joy and every sorrow Every triumph, every loss I know everything is covered by the shadow of the cross I know everything is covered by the shadow of the cross.

Jesus is my healer he's everything I need he alone has triumphed over sickness and disease Fear where is your power? The cross is your defeat O Jesus is my healer he has won the victory oh, Jesus is my healer he has won the victory.

Every knee will bow Every tongue will confess O, O Jesus the lamb that was slain.

Everything bows at his name Everything bows at his name Sickness, darkness, chains break out the name of Jesus Everything bows at his name Everything bows at his name Sickness, darkness, chains break out the name of Jesus let's sing that again. Everything bows at his name Everything bows at his name Sickness, darkness, chains break out the name of Jesus Everything bows at his name Everything bows at his name Sickness, darkness, chains break out the name of Jesus Everything bows at his name Everything bows at his name Sickness, darkness, chains break at the name of Jesus Jesus is my healer he's everything I need he alone has triumphed over sickness and disease Here where is your power? The cross is your defeat oh Jesus is my healer he has won the victory oh Jesus is my healer he has won the victory oh, Jesus is my he has won the victory.