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Who cried that day?
T'was he or I
The cock crowed thrice
He caught my eye
His words, heard I
So clear that day
Echoed warnings
I would betray
"To death, go I
With you, if will"
My lips, he touched
"My friend, be still."
My heart, knew he
Flamed hot, so quick
But by his side
I would not stick
I watched, did I
In courtyard dark
As cruel whip
Left bloody mark
Accused was I
Of knowing him
My fear so bright
My courage dim
"This man - a stranger!"
Was my cry
But deep within
I owned my lie
My words, heard he
His face, I saw
Deepest, darkest
Pain he bore
Alone was he
Condemned to die
Without my Lord
Alone was I
Grief so strong
Tore me apart
Tears so painful
Broke my heart
Shame so heavy
Burned inside
Loud my sobs
Lost I cried
With pierced hands
Last word, spoke he
"Forgiveness, Lord"
Spoke he to me.
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