14 April 2017

Mournful Friday

Holy Week and Easter are a little complicated in Saudi Arabia, not surprisingly.  Some people try to talk about Easter Sunday on Holy Friday which just doesn't work for me, but I shall survive.  Yesterday at Lulu they had some fruit buns that can only be described as cross buns (they were not hot).  I like finding surreptitious holiday items here, like Valentine's roses, Christmas ornaments, and these buns.  I didn't quite dare take a photo.  I should have bought a package, but no one in this house would eat them and I didn't think about the photo part of buying them.

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Stations of the Cross at the Templo Expiatorio in Guadalajara 




O Savior, thou who wearest
A crown of piercing thorn,
The pain thou meekly bearest,
Weigh'd down by grief and scorn.

The soldiers mock and flail thee;
For drink they give thee gall;
Upon the cross they nail thee
To die, O King of all.

No creature is so lowly,
No sinner so depraved,
But feels thy presence holy,
And thru thy love is saved.

Tho craven friends betray thee,
They feel thy love's embrace;
The very foes who slay thee
Have access to thy grace.

Thy sacrifice transcended
The mortal law's demand;
Thy mercy is extended
To ev'ry time and land.

No more can Satan harm us.
Tho long the fight may be,
Nor fear of death alarm us;
We live, O Lord, thru thee.

What praises can we offer
To think thee, Lord most high?
In our place thou didst suffer;
In our place thou didst die,

By heaven's plan appointed,
To ransom us, our King.
O Jesus, the anointed,
To thee our love we bring.

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