General (Vol. 1)

Nicodemus

  1. 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.

  2. 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.

  3. 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.

  4. 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.