Jonas

Writers(s): Dean Dillon, Tom Douglas

Oh it took me just a half a day
to make the cross He'd bear
and the soldiers fifteen minutes
for the crown of thorns He'd wear.
Simon from Cyrene, they made him carry the cross,
as they marched Him to the place of the skull,
and offered Him wine and gall.
But Jesus wouldn't take it,
as some cried, Set Him free!
Someone turned to me and asked
Now, who do you believe?
Do you take Him at His word?
For it's a double edged sword.
Is He a lunatic, a liar, or the Lord?
Well me, my name is Jonas.
My trade is nails in men.
But this one, oh He's different
from any other one of them.
With the first spike in His right hand,
I looked Him in the eye.
The guilty ones cry out for shame,
but His, they did not lie.
Was too early for the sunset,
yet so dark we could not see,
and I heard His voice cry out,
My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?
We just cast our lots for His clothes,
for none of us were sure,
is He a lunatic, a liar, or the Lord?
Oh we gathered in our room
in our sorrow and despair.
Mary rushed from the tomb,
said, Our Lord, He is not there!
Suddenly, He appeared to us with spike marks on His feet,
reached out His hands of blood and love,
and turned to them and me.
He said, Now who, who do you believe
Do you take Me at My word,
for it's a double edged sword.
Am I a lunatic, a liar, or the Lord?
Yes, I take Him at His word.
He's my shield and sword.
No lunatic, no liar,
He's my Lord