Mar. 31, 2015

But Sunday's Coming!

I’d like.... another yesterday.

Turn back the hours, make it yesterday.

Go back to when I was your trusted friend,

What would I give to start with you again, beloved friend?

I’d like.... another yesterday.

Turn back the hours, make it yesterday.

I’d walk these roads again with you,

Share wine and bread and share the laughter, too.

I’d like.... another yesterday.

To feel the sun again upon my face,

To listen to the things you say,

This time, believe you really are....The Way.

And now it’s all come down to this,

I’ve betrayed you.....with a kiss.

These silver coins fall through my fingers,

Just like petals from a rose....

Too late to change things.....I suppose,

Too late to change things.....I suppose.

I’d like.....another yesterday......”

Good Friday is coming up in just a few days. Having wondered many times if Judas regretted betraying Jesus, I wrote these lyrics as part of “Hands!” The Musical and my co-writer, David Wheatley, wrote beautiful music for it. He has sung and played it several times for Good Friday services. It is so moving. We don’t really know, do we, what happened with Judas, except that it all went wrong.

We’ll be going to Maundy Thursday services, commemorating Jesus’ breaking of the bread, “This is my body given for you. Do this in remembrance of me. Then taking the cup he shared it with his disciples and said, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood; do this, whenever you drink it, in remembrance of me." We’ll remember, too, that Jesus washed his disciples feet, Peter protesting all the way.

The Good Friday service will end in silence and darkness, but we know Sunday is coming! He is risen! He is risen, indeed! We know our Redeemer liveth! Easter at last!

A time of celebration that has absolutely nothing to do with bunnies (chocolate or otherwise), exhaustive hunts for hard-boiled eggs or even honey-baked ham. It might have something to do with new outfits, but extensive biblical research has not proven that, one way or the other. Before Dawn…Sunday celebrates the fact that Jesus did, indeed, rise from the dead and lives today. The fact upon which we base our lives, which beats the heck out of chocolate bunnies and Easter eggs….unless they were dyed personally by your favorite four year old.

Before Dawn….. Sunday 

The sky was gray,

The world was hushed,

Before dawn… Sunday.

 

The women walked

Toward a tomb,

Jars of spices in their hands,

To tend the One,

The One Who died,

Crucified that Friday.

The women walked,

Toward the tomb,

Mary Magdalene and another.

They walked, and wondered,

Wondered, who,

Who would roll away the stone.

 

The sky was gray,

The world was hushed,

Before dawn, Sunday.

 

They stopped to rest,

Await the day,

Sad eyes filled with tears,

Sorrow for the One,

Who died,

Crucified that Friday.

 

Another dawn,

Another day,

What did it matter, anyway?

The One who loved her as she was,

Who changed her life,

Was gone.

She raised her eyes to see the sky,

Streaks of pink and gold.

And then they saw,

The guards were gone,

The stone was rolled away!

Rolled away!

The grief she’d felt since Friday,

Like the stone, was rolled away!

She grabbed that jar of spices,

And running like a child,

Climbed the hill,

To tend her Lord that day.

They looked inside that borrowed tomb,

Petrified with fright,

An angel sat there on the stone,

Clothed in brilliant white.

“I know the one you seek,” he said,

“Jesus, crucified.”

“He is not here, he’s risen!

He’s risen, as he said

He’s risen!  He’s risen!

He’s risen, as he said!”

“Now go!  And tell the others,

He’s risen, as he said!

Look not for the living,

Here among the dead!

He is not here, he’s risen!

He’s risen, as he said!”

Rejoice, dear friends! The best day of the year is almost here!