Where Are You Now
It's a lonely Saturday, and I feel the weight of wandering in this land
From the twelve You called me out to be the rock that You would take Your stand
I was sure that when we waived, on high, hosanna branches You would reign
But now Your killers curse Your name with hatred like a hurricane
Where are You now, I want to believe
You’re crushing his head six feet deep
On that night they cuffed you with a curse so I drew the sword from my own sheath
You could cut the tension like a slice of bread baked by the pharisees
It was on my heart was pounding strong with vengeance that would take by force
So I laid my blade upon his ear to let You know that I was Yours
I was even ready to drink Your blood
I was ready to feast upon Your flesh, You know I past that test
Now the rooster called me out and I turned my back on You I must confess
Now I digress
Where are you now, I want to believe
You’re crushing his head six feet deep