Silently we file into the church,
Well knowing what the end will be.
Before we wend our sad way home,
He will have died in agony.
Crucify Him. Crucify Him.
All the wicked people call.
They chose to save a common thief
While sinless Jesus took the fall.
Our pastor reads the message
As we wipe silent tears.
We can hear them through the ages
Those ugly, hate filled jeers.
And then there is a thunder crack
And all around goes dark
Despair and gloom fills every heart.
Our world has lost its spark.
As penance for that travesty,
So many souls have cried.
It was the darkest night of all,
The night all goodness died.