His Death

His death does seem both good and bad
There's joy and sorrow to be had
When worshiping in thankfulness
Of Jesus' act of graciousness

What he suffered; the thought is sad
His death does seem both good and bad
For it was painful, full of strife
A sacrifice for my own life

I know he does not want pity
For what he did, he did for me
His death does seem both good and bad
It opened the way to my dad

It conquered all my sin and shame
Now I'm a victor in his name
And though this makes my spirit glad
His death does seem both good and bad