This Ancient Faith
-Jym Gregory
This ancient faith we celebrate
is moored in days gone by
a day when weeping filled the air
and hearty faiths ran dry
Time is his, and the time was now
to remove the crimson mark
show forth his wisdom to the world
as the days grew dark
Stayed the course, forever true
he saved his little flock
though spit upon and beat with rage
stayed silent in the dock
He'd heard the cheers and run the race
fulfilled his Father's will
a heavy load he bore with love
through crowds that chanted "kill!"
A faithful few wept in their hands
coarse whips tore through his flanks
while all along the ones he'd loved
were sifting through the ranks
To those who nailed he bared his hands
upon Golgotha's hill
a desperate cry and then the end
triumphant shouts in hell
Daytime sky turned black as night
again Rome had its say
laid in the tomb, stone rolled in place
gone the light of day
Three days - two nights - no word was heard
his faithful band dispersed
and then his glory opened graves
defeated now the curse
Completed full, not to repeat
the story told in round
the sacrifice sufficient all
he wears his rightful crown
And through the ages, forevermore
he'll share his Father's throne
and we for whom he bore the shame
will make his praises known