Turn away from me
Let me weep in private
There’s no consolation for the wrong I’ve seen
The city of a king has fallen into ruin
Fallen at the hands of hatefulness and greed       
Why was he so silent?
Why did he not speak?
Calm the angry tempest? Walk upon the deep?
But there were no signs, no wonders, only loss
And a broken, bleeding Jesus on a cross


Turn away from me
Let my tears fall freely
Bitter, angry drops of unspeakable despair
Let them flow forever rising all around us
Drowning out the fire of hope that had been there
Why was he so silent?
Offering no defense?
Why did he not prove himself instead of mute silence?
He only hung his head and all of us were lost
And left here with
A bleeding Jesus on a cross


Isaiah 55:8
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© 2011 Linda Gray

The fastest song I’ve written in a decade.

Three hours total. All three filled with the raw emotion of that painful day when every follower of Jesus felt the entire story of Jesus of Nazareth as Messiah was nothing more than the false hope of a deluded man.

As they stood facing Jesus’ torn body hanging on that wretched cross, they reeled with despair, never guessing they were a mere 24 hours from a 360.

For twenty-four hours away from that Second Day was

the greatest day in human history.