General (Vol. 1)
Nicodemus
- 1. The night was dark, the moon was bright,
A muffled figure hurried on
Towards his secret meeting with
The latest wandering holy man.
Most of them were just nuisances
Of very primitive design
But there was trouble in a man
Who, rumour said, turned water into wine.
- Their talk went far into the night,
More complex than the things he taught,
Pushing beyond the boundaries
Of all the sacred texts he brought.
The Messiah this man proclaimed
Would have no earthly power or wealth
But Nicodemus stormed out when
He said Messiah was Himself.
- The night was dark, the thunder rolled,
A muffled figure hurried on
Furtively carrying a corpse,
Frantically pushing at a stone.
The guilt, like early toothache, bit
When soldiers brought the prisoner in;
Now at this gloomy Passover
He felt the ceaseless pull of sin.
- We pray that Nicodemus saw
The Godhead in Your dying face
And felt the sorrow for us all
Enfolded in Your sad embrace;
But where he lived in fear and doubt
Somewhere between pride and disgrace,
The fact of Resurrection is
Our promise of redeeming Grace.