Icy gaze of evil
Marching Christ to death
The religious leaders hated
While love was in their midst
Wrongly accusing
Twisted with sin and lust
The religious men were troubled
Holding God with disgust
Fighting against His presence
Refusing to bend frozen knees
Pointing death’s cold finger
The cross was all they could see
Once the Christ was destroyed
No one could question them
They would be the rulers
God would be pleased with them
In their evil furor
They forgot one thing
The Scriptures presented Jesus
They refused God’s lamb
Playing out their hatred
The Romans did their will
Satan claimed a victory
Only it was very short-lived
Jesus burst from evil
Resurrected from the grave
The Lord of hosts was the victor
No grave could ever hold Him
This king of kings is living
I name Him as my Lord
Jesus is my Savior
His victory is my sword
CC 11/05/04