When the shadows ruled the day,
Their triumph plain to see,
Good men sat shaken with dismay
At crushing Calvary.
Despair was now their daily bread
And bitter tears their drink
The one they followed is now dead,
What were they supposed to think,
That this was part of a great plan?
No lord would choose that death!
Forgive his killers to a man
With ragged, fading breaths?
“No, we were fools to trust his words
And now all hope is lost;
We’ll go back to our shoals and herds
And start to count the cost
Of standing up to Rome’s great might
And the Sanhedrin’s scorn;
Hide from the harsh revealing light
Of the coming dawn…
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