We nailed the hands long ago, br Wove the thorns, took up the scourge and shouted br For excitement's sake, we stood at the dusty edge br Of the pebbled path and watched the extreme of pain. br br But one or two prayed, one or two br Were silent, shocked, stood back br And remembered remnants of words, a new vision, br The cross is up with its crying victim, the clouds br Cover the sun, we learn a new way to lose br What we did not know we had br Until this bleak and sacrificial day, br Until we turned from our bad br Past and knelt and cried out our dismay, br The dice still clicking, the voices dying away.