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Thanks for this great thread.

Years back, Michael Card wrote a wonderful song called "Why"

Why did it have to be a friend who chose to betray the Lord?
And why did he use a kiss to show them, that's not what a kiss is for
Only a friend can betray a friend, a stranger has nothing to gain
And only a friend comes close enough to ever cause so much pain

Why did there have to be a thorny crown pressed upon His head?
It should have been a royal one, made of jewels and gold instead
It had to be a crown of thorns, because in this life that we live
For all who would seek to love, a thorn is all the world has to give.

Why did there have to be a heavy cross He was made to bear? And why did they nail His feet and hands? His love would have held Him there.

It was a cross, for on a cross, a thief was supposed to pay

And Jesus had come into the world

to steal every heart away.

GOT TO TELL SOMEBODY

By: Don Francisco

She kept on getting weaker, As
day dragged into day, The
doctors gave no hope for her, She
seemed to fade away, My
hours were filled with constant dread
Time became a knife, But
slowly and relentlessly
cut the chord of
life .

There was a
teacher in the region then
Some of us had heard, That
he'd healed a paradict, By the
power of just his word, So with
hope again rekindled, I
went at once to see, If I could
find a man named Jesus, From a
town in Galilee

And I began to search the city
Soon I saw the crowd, They were
pressing in to touch him, And they
called his name out loud, But with the
strength of desperation, I
pushed them all aside, I
threw myself before him, And
from my knees I cried, Lord
come and heal my daughter, Even
now she's close to death, Her
fever's uncontrollable,
She fights for every breath, But God's
given you the power
Life is yours to
Give, And if you'll just lay your hands on her
I know that she'll live,
she'll live,
she'll live

He just begun to go with me, When a
face I saw with fear, Came
towards me with the news I knew
I didn't want to hear, And although I tried to steal myself, I
trembled when he said,
"Why bother the teacher anymore
your little girl is dead."

Then Jesus touched my shoulder, And he
told me not to not to grieve, The
trembling stopped when he looked at me, and
said, "Only believe."

Then he sent the crowds away
Except his closest men, And they
followed right behind us, As we
started off again, But we were
still a long ways down the road, When I
heard the sounds and cries, of the
mourners and musicians, As they
strove to dramatize, My
grief they had no business with
Beneath their loud disguise And my
wife just sat their silently
And stared through empty eyes

Then Jesus asked the mourners, "Why
is it that you weep?, She isn't
dead as you suppose, The
child is just asleep."
It only took a moment, for their
wails to turn to jeers!
“Who does this man
think he is?
Get him out of
here!"
But with authority I've never heard, in the
lips of any man, He spoke in every sound rolled out with the
thunder of command, And
in the sudden silence, They all
hurried for the door
Wondering what the reasons were they'd
ever come there for.

And then he called his 3 disciples,
That were with him on the way,
He led them and my wife and me,
To where our daughter lay
He took her by the hand, he
told her, "Child arise.", And the
words were barely spoken, when she
opened up her eyes,
She rose and walked across the room and
stood there at our sides
My wife knelt down and held her close, And at
last she really cried

And then Jesus told us both to see
our daughter have some food
But as to how her life was saved
Not to speak a word
Not to speak a word

But I gotta tell somebody
I gotta tell somebody
I gotta tell somebody
I gotta tell somebody
I gotta tell somebody!
I gotta tell somebody gotta tell somebody, what

Jesus did for me,
I gotta tell somebody gotta tell somebody, what
Jesus did for me!