This brief multi-sensory worship plan can be used on Good Friday or Palm Sunday.
Scripture Reading & Prayer
Pastor: Jesus said, “I have eagerly desired to eat this Passover meal with you before I suffer. For I tell you, I will not eat it again until it finds fulfillment in the kingdom of God.”
Reader #1: (Praying) Lord, I don’t understand how You, in all Your holiness, could offer Your body as a sacrifice for mine.
Reader #2: I’ve made so many mistakes.
Reader #3: You died for me.
Prayer: When I stand before the righteous throne of God, You will cover my iniquities because before I was even born, the price was already paid. You laid down Your body as a sacrifice for my guilt. I stand clean because You stood in my place.
Prayer: There was never a greater love than the love You had for us when You laid down Your life for Your friend.
Pastor: While they were eating, Jesus took the bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to his disciples, saying, “Take, eat, this is my body.”
(Congregation eats of the bread)
Worship Song: Revelation Song
I have been made clean. The blood that Christ shed on the cross for me gave me freedom when I deserved death. Like Barabbas, I was condemned to die. But Christ took my place.
Every painful scourge should have pierced my back.
Every mocking blow.
Every drop of blood.
You stood up for me.
I stand in His presence, free and forgiven.
Prayer: Jesus Christ, Lamb of God, Redeemer, we remember the torment, the humiliation, the pain that You endured because You loved us. We remember how You loved even when You knew that You would be betrayed and denied. We remember that You, the spotless Lamb, became sin. We remember that even Your Heavenly Father turned away from You that day. Our minds aren’t capable of comprehending a love that pure, that everlasting. Your love has no bounds. We remember, and our hearts are filled with unspeakable thanksgiving.
Reader #1: He was pierced for our transgressions.
Reader #2: He was crushed for our iniquities.
Reader #3: The punishment that brought us peace was upon Him.
Reader #1: And by His wounds we are healed.
Reader #2: We, all like sheep, have gone astray.
Reader #3: Each of us has turned to his own way.
Reader #2: And the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
Reader #1: He was oppressed and afflicted, yet He did not open His mouth.
Reader #2: He was led like a lamb to the slaughter
Reader #3: For me.
Reader #1: For me.
Reader #2: For me.
Reader #1 ,2 & 3: For me.
Soloist: (a capella) Amazing Grace (Congregation invited to join on the last verse)
(Congregation drinks of the cup.)
Prayer: Lord, I want to ask for Your forgiveness. Tonight my eyes were opened as we sang the words to those hymns that I’ve sung thousands of times. For the first time in my life I was struck by the vastness of Your grace and love for me, and it pierced my heart. I looked at my hands that have so many times brought You shame as I have clinched them in anger. As I have pointed the finger of blame at the innocent. As I have held forbidden fruit . . . These hands were never pierced. And yet the loving hands that fed and healed and served—those perfect hands of grace were pierced for me. As we prayed, I touched my forehead and I remembered my moments of rage when I accused and fussed and frowned. But my brow was never pierced. And yet Your brow was pierced by thorns. Your wounded head was bleeding. You shed Your blood for me. Lord, I know that I’ve heard the story a thousand times. I believed it. And it was true. But tonight . . . it was as if for the first time I looked You in the eyes and I felt the holiness of worshiping a God who died. A God who gave His own life for me. My feet have never felt the knawing pain that You endured of the cross that day. My shoulders have never carried the burden of the world in the shape of a cross. I have never been stripped of everything to die a sinner’s death. My back never scourged—my face never spit upon—Oh Lord, the agony, the humiliation, the torment—the love. How could it be? How could You love me that much? Tonight, as we took the bread and drank from the cup, I felt the holy presence of Your love. Thank You, Lord. I don’t understand Your love. I probably never will. But I want You to know that tonight I saw You, and I will never be the same again.
Written by Matt Tullos