Someone to Stand Between Us
Morning has broken, up and rise,
Did You even sleep last night?
Annas, Caiphas, and Herod too,
‘Kings’ and ‘the learned,’ questioned You.
Before You were denied, before the cock crowed
Seeds of evil deeds, in their minds were sowed.
Before Pontius Pilate, You stood accused
Of opposing Caesar as King of the Jews.
You spoke the truth, Your mouth held no lie,
Yet You were condemned to die.
By one who did not know the truth,
Or rather by many-
All of us.
Bleary eyed You scan the crowd,
The healed, the saved, their voices drowned.
A villain is freed, You take on the blame,
But You know true freedom, he has yet to gain.
Death is pronounced, You are led to the cross
For the one, for the many, for all of us are lost.
The way of sorrow, filled with scoffers and mourners;
For the death of a king, not of this world, a sojourner.
The branches are broken whilst the tree is green
A great injustice, but not gone unseen.
You lay down Your body, Your life, You choose death-
Now six hours You must wait, before Your last breath.
They cast lots for Your clothing and offer wine mixed with gall,
You offer them a suit of salvation and forgiveness for all.
Insults and mocking from sneering passers-by,
The leaders and the learned, and another hung on high.
‘Aren’t You the Christ? Save Yourself and us!’
Unknown to him, You’ll put things right before dusk.
You hang on the cross to which You are nailed,
At the sixth hour, the noon day sun is veiled.
Before the day is over and to paradise You ascend,
Truly You are abandoned; darkness descends.
Even then You believe and commit Your Spirit to Him,
Bearing the world on Your shoulders and all future sin.
The earth quakes and the curtain is torn,
You die-
The One, whom Isaiah said, ‘unto us a child is born’.
‘If only there were someone to stand between us,
To remove God’s rod from me.’
There was someone Job, to remove the curse,
He died and rose, for you and for me.
So with the Centurion let us say,
‘Surely He was the Son of God,’ who died for our today
And for our eternity.
- Jesse Kaur
Did You even sleep last night?
Annas, Caiphas, and Herod too,
‘Kings’ and ‘the learned,’ questioned You.
Before You were denied, before the cock crowed
Seeds of evil deeds, in their minds were sowed.
Before Pontius Pilate, You stood accused
Of opposing Caesar as King of the Jews.
You spoke the truth, Your mouth held no lie,
Yet You were condemned to die.
By one who did not know the truth,
Or rather by many-
All of us.
Bleary eyed You scan the crowd,
The healed, the saved, their voices drowned.
A villain is freed, You take on the blame,
But You know true freedom, he has yet to gain.
Death is pronounced, You are led to the cross
For the one, for the many, for all of us are lost.
The way of sorrow, filled with scoffers and mourners;
For the death of a king, not of this world, a sojourner.
The branches are broken whilst the tree is green
A great injustice, but not gone unseen.
You lay down Your body, Your life, You choose death-
Now six hours You must wait, before Your last breath.
They cast lots for Your clothing and offer wine mixed with gall,
You offer them a suit of salvation and forgiveness for all.
Insults and mocking from sneering passers-by,
The leaders and the learned, and another hung on high.
‘Aren’t You the Christ? Save Yourself and us!’
Unknown to him, You’ll put things right before dusk.
You hang on the cross to which You are nailed,
At the sixth hour, the noon day sun is veiled.
Before the day is over and to paradise You ascend,
Truly You are abandoned; darkness descends.
Even then You believe and commit Your Spirit to Him,
Bearing the world on Your shoulders and all future sin.
The earth quakes and the curtain is torn,
You die-
The One, whom Isaiah said, ‘unto us a child is born’.
‘If only there were someone to stand between us,
To remove God’s rod from me.’
There was someone Job, to remove the curse,
He died and rose, for you and for me.
So with the Centurion let us say,
‘Surely He was the Son of God,’ who died for our today
And for our eternity.
- Jesse Kaur
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