There's your hope, nailed to the wood,
There's your dream, buried in the ground,
Here's your body, battered, bloodied and broken,
Here's your peace, teetering on the edge of the world.
You're kneeling somewhere in the middle of the passion play,
But with the tired eyes of faith, you'll see your resurrection day.
Feel the dust clogging up your veins,
There's your secret, burning in the fire,
Here's your heart, cold, lonely and desperate,
Here's all creation, groaning for the day of deliverance.
Your name is carved here in the headstone,
The sky is thick with birds of prey,
But with the tired eyes of faith, you'll see your resurrection day.
Resurrection day will come, as surely as the rising sun,
Death will fight a holy war, but it will live no more,
Love will even the score,
Resurrection day.
Here's your trust, betrayed with a kiss,
There's your courage, thrown to the lions,
Here's your soul, soiled, tattered and threadbare,
Here's you love, cast out and shunned like a leper.
You're kneeling somewhere in the middle of the passion play,
But with the tired eyes of faith, you'll see your resurrection day,
With the tired eyes of faith, you've seen resurrection day.
