Good Friday

Abba (click to listen)

Abba, Abba, like a whisper on the wind
I hear my name.
In a sound so like a sigh, again it came,
Your disciples gathered with You do not hear, Abba, Abba,
Yet the whisper of my name has reached my ear.

I am here, my Son, here in the upper room.
I hear the water gently splash,
I see the Servant King attending to His friends.
Here I am, here in the upper room.
But as You serve the bread and wine,
The broken body and the blood are Yours alone.

Abba, Abba, like a whisper on the wind I hear my name.
Abba, Abba, in a sound so like a sigh,
Again it came, Abba, Abba,
With a whisper that is heard by God alone,
Abba, Abba, my only Son begins His painful journey home.

Music by Craig Courtney
Lyrics by Susan Bentall Boersma