“What is truth?” asked Pilate perplexed
As the author of truth stood before him.
Yet when the nails were driven and the scourging complete
and it was all said and done,
could He ever forget the one
who spoke not a word
While the masses mocked and cursed?
Then on the third
God put death in reverse.
Now I can’t help but wonder
Was Pilate astounded
When twelve men once scattered,
Now in boldness proclaimed
Resurrection from the grave?
We’re happy and free, in our own greed,
Too bad we can’t see the shallow pit waiting
To take us in, Yet even when we’ve fallen,
We are comforted by the melodies they’re playing
You are one of us, We know what’s best for you,
Just take your medicine
And on blind faith
the sound bite, the spin machine
Always working behind the scene
Serving up Your TV dinner
Here now little sheep,
Trade in your narrow sight for blinded eyes
And we will be your sighted guides
Down the darkened narrow streets of morality
Stop that idea forming in your head,
Resist the temptation to defect
Everything we’ve done was to protect
our great society
And now we’ve finished,
Your glassy eyes confirm
You’re a walking zombie
There you were, always shifting
Guess I always thought that you would be there.
But I did not realize that you were slipping away,
Not till I awoke to discover it was too late.
I remember it like yesterday,
The day I went under the knife,
The Doc swore he’d do all he could,
To restore my temporal sight.
But in that moment time stood still.
With pokes and prods I learned heaven’s will.
Too much scarring I heard him say,
And then a temporal cadaver remained
Everything I thought once mattered
My faith once strong, now shredded and shattered.
Years I traipsed through that desert waste.
Heaven was to blame
Went to the church when it was expected
Only to retreat, his message rejected.
Yet even still an ember remained ,
and if I listened I’d hear his whisper.
Slowly the ember brightened to a spark.
Death transformed to life inside my heart.
I still lack temporal vision,
But with ears wide open I’ve begun to listen.
Eternity is just a breath away,
And on that day I will see the face,
Of the one who bore the nails and took my place.
Gaze upon the horizon and see
the blackened chard ruins of long lost dreams.
as inward realities of fears untold,
Chills the blood while running through veins so cold.
Eternal thievery committed
to the the hands of destruction we were given.
Does anyone truly understand,
When darkness so blind gripped the land?
and it’s double edged sword, was held aloft
in victorious triumph over those who were lost.
Then a hand gleaming with nail riddled bloodstains,
reached to break the powers of the night,
Death’s grip was melted away,
and the captive received eternal sight.