Midnight in the Middle of the Day_Sr. Deborah Muhumuza

Lyrics

THE SUN WAS HOT
AN ANGRY MOB STOOD BY THE GRAY, STONE BUILDING
WHILE A MAN DRAPED IN VELVET WITH A CURLY BLACK BEARD
STEPPED OUT ON THE BALCONY
NERVOUSLY WASHING HIS HANDS
TO RID HIM OF THE BLOOD THAT HE WOULD NEVER WASH AWAY

 

HIS WRINKLED BROW SHOWED THE WORRIED LINE
I HEARD PILATE SAY
“I FIND NO FAULT IN THIS MAN CALLED ‘JESUS”
THE HEALER FROM THE SHORES OF GALILEE
I COMMAND YOU TO ASK ME TO LET HIM GO FREE
DON’T LET ME TAKE HIS BLOOD TO THE GRAVE WITH ME”

 

THEN HE NERVOUSLY WASHED HIS HANDS
TO RID HIM OF THE BLOOD THAT HE WOULD NEVER WASH AWAY
THE MOB CRIED FOR BLOOD OF AN INNOCENT MAN
I HEARD PILATE PRAY

 

Chorus
AND IT WAS MIDNIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY
TREMBLING SOLDIERS FELL BEFORE THE CROSS TO PRAY
THE WHOLE WORLD SHOOK, THE VEIL WAS RENT
WHEN THE SINLESS CHRIST WAS SLAIN

AND IT WAS MIDNIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY
THUNDER ROARED ACROSS THE RUMBLING MOUNTAIN
LIGHT’NING BURNED LIKE FIRE ACROSS THE SEA
BUT ON THE HOLY HILLS
THE ANGELS RAISED THE CRIMSON FLAG OF TRIUMPH
SHOUTING DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! GOOD LORD!
DON’T YOU KNOW THAT DEATH WAS SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORY
VICTORY