What can I ask? (Vol 4 No 66)
What can I ask? Who can explain
The death of Jesus? Why such pain?
Why was he killed? Why was he slain?
What causes vi’lence so profane?
His love stayed strong; it did not wane;
His death, I know, was not in vain.
This was the man from Galilee
Who battled with hypocrisy;
He brought to view quite fearlessly
Corruption, greed, inequity;
He put his life in jeopardy
E’en though it led to tragedy.
I can no longer just pass by;
I can no more just sigh a sigh;
When I draw near and hear his cry
And linger there to see him die
I am aghast, yet glorify
That love streams from his hands and thigh.
So I address this sacred site
With grief that words cannot recite;
Black is this time as at midnight;
And yet his love is shining bright;
In this deep love, a brilliant light,
My soul sings free with great delight.
Tune Sagina Not in AHB TiS 209
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