Good Friday

I saw a man get crucified
His arms not hanging at his side
His eyes not looking straight, but high
His waist is shaking above his thighs.

I saw a man get crucified
I saw him beaten, I saw him tied
I saw the man upon the tree
Break sweat as he gazed down on me.

I saw a man get crucified
I know his words; I know his life
I walked down roads right by his side
But alone I saw him crucified.

And as he hung there on that tree
I thought his life, his words, were me
I thought he mixed pure soul with mine
Come off your tree, and enter thine.

I saw the man get crucified
I saw him leave; I saw him die
I knew his soul began to glide
I knew his soul rested on high.

And as he stood by heaven's side
His gaze, the one beside him, stares down at me
The two there standing, glancing down
To Calvary's tree, where I now cry.

Watch them regarding that body
Watch me see death hung on a tree
I think it's moving, I think it sees
I think it's coming after me.

I saw a man die in shame
And now his body calls my name
Seems to reach, to 'scape its binds
Crawl to my soul, pulls back the blinds

I saw a man get crucified
And now my soul to his is tied
Not just him, it is I who died
Bound to his fate, we three abide.