He Said...

He said...

He said he was the way.

    We knew he was special;
    We knew he was unique.
    Nobody taught with authority
    The way he could speak.

    He commanded the demons,
    He commanded the storms.
    He welcomed the people,
    Regardless their forms.

    He broke bread with sinners,
    And scandalized scribes.
    We heard that his betrayal
    Was paid for with bribes.

He said he was the truth.

    He called us little children.
    He called us his flock.
    He said he was Son of Man,
    Son of God, the Majesty, the Rock.

    We heard when he faced Pilate
    He affirmed his true state.
    Even so, Pilate condemned him,
    A sacrifice for those who hate.

    Pilate would not accept
    That truth might be this man.
    Even as he was handed over,
    He said this was God's plan.

He said he was the life.

    We walked with him three years,
    Throughout all this land.
    Healing, preaching, and teaching,
    Inviting and lending the Master's kind hand.

    We had such confidence,
    In the kingdom he proclaimed.
    We saw acts of power,
    For the blind, deaf, and maimed.

    We had such hope,
    That the new kingdom of heaven,
    Would set things aright...
    But now we're eleven.

He said he would be put to death.

    One of us, our own friend,
    Gave him a kiss in the garden.
    The soldiers took him away;
    He was condemned with no pardon.

    We watched from hiding,
    As he was beaten and jeered.
    When he was put before the crowd,
    They - all of them! - cheered.

    "Crucify him! Crucify him!"
    Was the cry of the hour.
    He was without friend or defender,
    Sentenced by Roman power.

He said that he would rise again.

    We can look now,
    At the bloody cross where he hung.
    His body has been taken,
    But no dirges will be sung.

    Somebody has taken him,
    Prepared him for his tomb.
    We are waiting and watching,
    Anticipating our own doom.

    It's so hard, so hard,
    To believe it ends this way.
    The night is covering us now;
    Tomorrow will be fearful day.

He said he was going to prepare a place for us.

    So we cower in fear,
    Not knowing what to think.
    We did not see the new kingdom;
    No, it's bitter wine we drink.

    Tomorrow we will see
    What we must do, where we must go.
    We must make plans for ourselves;
    There may yet be a blow.

    We sit this night in numbness,
    Still failing to comprehend
    What he meant by all he said.
    All is gone, and this is its end.


Psalm 88:18 NET Bible

"You cause my friends and neighbors to keep their distance;
those who know me leave me alone in the darkness."