Words (by Malcolm Stewart)
Say weve built a mountain of our losses,
topped them with a cross, and said:
"Well, now theyre dead",
Mmm, two thousand years - time to forget.
Forgetfulness is easy, O so easy,
but weve not learned loving yet.
Say that he was just an awkward incident
that happened on a tree,
Mmm, two thousand years - thats past and gone!
And perhaps the cross is just a crutch for
limping minds to lean their weakness on.
Youve heard it said that God is dead;
two thousand years ago they said it too.
Its nothing new.
Mmm, two thousand years has this been true.
And today the only cross that rolls away
to let him live is inside you.