Amen!JESUSNeither you Simon, nor the fifty thousandNor the Romans, nor the Jews,Nor Judas, nor the Twelve,Nor the Priests, nor the ScribesNor doomed Jerusalem itself,Understand what power isUnderstand what glory isUnderstand at all ... understand at allIf you knew all that I knew, my poor JerusalemYou'd see the truth, but you close your eyesBut you close your eyesWhile you live your troubles are many, poor JerusalemTo conquer death you only have to dieYou only have to die
Pilate's dream.
Pontius Pilate's House, Monday
PILATEI dreamed I met a GalileanA most amazing manHe had that look you very rarely findThe haunting hunted kindI asked him to say what had happenedHow it all beganI asked again – he never said a wordAs if he hadn't heardAnd next the room was full of wild and angry menThey seemed to hate this man -They fell on him and thenThey disappeared againThan I saw thousands of millionsCrying for this manAnd then I heard them mentioning my nameAnd leaving me the blame
The temple.
MONEYLENDERS AND MERCHANTSRoll on up – for my price is downCome on in – for the best in townTake your pick of the finest wineLay your bets on this bird of mineRoll on up – for my price is downCome on in – for the best in townTake pour pick of the finest wineLay your bets on this bird of mineName your price I got everythingCame and buy it's all going fastBorrow cash on the finest termsHurry now while stocks
