The cursed ground shakes violently
The sky goes dark – though it is day.
Accusing foes stand silently
In awe behold the Truth the Way.
God tears the veil – so all can see
Rends wall that shrouds the Holy Place
No longer heard a debtor’s plea
Come! You who’re freed, behold His face.
Your groaning nature’s overcome
By thorns grown out of bloody dirt,
Worn as a crown – to hail God’s Son
That joys instead of sighs be birthed.
Come! Open eyes – like tombstones wide –
Walk in – or stand outside and know
That faith not need by death abide.
No longer’s death as payment owed!