Holy Saturday

Mary how's your son I hear he's bleeding on a cross I heard he's given up his life And it's all for a greater cause You're still crying, you still see him Like a shadow on your eyes The little boy who never sinned Become the one who has to die So you're trying to remember All the things he used to say How you held him in your heart Remember when he ran away He was your son Or so it was believed Mary how's your son? I heard they buried him today Heard a rich man paid it off On the Preparation Day "Even if I end up dying" [matt. 26:35] The disciples likewise said Tell me, did you feel it too When they deserted him and fled When the fire of the Spirit Met the musty damp of death Here the Friend of any sinner Was given up by righteous men He was your son Or so it was believed Just before He died The Judge of all that ever was Looked a thief right in the eye And forgave him just because Maybe grace came through a woman Just as death came through a man And the question on the table Since the moment time began Is, while you're busy with the dishes Is He busy with your heart Is He bringing up the things That you were hiding in the dark He is Your Son And you give to who you please So I ask you, God Would you bring Him here to me