But do we remember? Why did he bleed?
He stood up to empire and religion allied
With the outcast and foreigner he identified.
Confronting the system and powers that be
Led to his undoing, being lynched on a tree.
So if he is risen, risen indeed
Can we say he is risen, he is risen in me?
Has he softened my heart enough to see?
The immigrant and foreigner could easily be me?
We will all condemn Judas, on that we agree
Selling out for the silver, that just cannot be
Yet for money and status, for one rung to climb
We'd sell our souls for just one more dime.
We can't undo all the choices we've made
For the past is sealed, the price must be paid
Our choice is this moment, to affirm or deny
To cease our frenzy and quit living a lie
To believe about Christ was never the deal
But follow his teachings, to make his word real.
