The Witness
The noontide is dark,
No sunshine I see;
And all because of
A man on a tree.
All morning O watched
As he hung there so weak,
And then when he died
It seem'd God did speak.
The earthquakes are done,
But spirits still walk.
Who is this man
That makes the earth talk?
He must be God's Son
Just as he said.
But now it's too late:
God's Son is dead.
- - -
It's been three whole days
Since the man on the tree,
But of my despair
No end do I see.
But see, hear the news-
These women are mad!
They say to rejoice;
To no more be sad.
They say He is risen
That man on the tree;
They say from my sorrow
I now can be free.
'How is this true?'
I ask. 'He is dead!'
'Oh no!' they reply.
'It's just as He said.
'He is risen, alive!
And on the third day!'
And then I see Him.
What more can I say.