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…
The one on whom we pinned our hopes is now forever gone;
His broken, twisted corpse has shown all witnesses Rome won!
His promises of life and mercy clearly all a fraud,
Hide and lock yourselves away before you face a vicious sword!
What was he thinking? When they came he told us not to fight,
He surrendered with such calm, as if he controlled that night.
We could have made a break for it and seen another day,
With all the wonders that he worked, there had to be another way…
When he merely said his name, they all fell to the ground,
Wasn’t he supposed to clear the temple then be crowned?
Clearly not, no king would choose to die the way he did,
When morning comes it will be time that we all fled and hid.
Deny you ever knew him, or you’ll share his shameful fate;
Our home towns might just take us back, if it’s not too late.
Our women want to see the tomb, embalm his body right,
There they go, despite the gloom of dawn’s approaching light…