Artist: Robin Mark
Album: Fly
The Young Man
All on a Friday evening as the sun went down
The body of a man who wore a thorn-made crown
Was carried to a graveyard in the fading light
And laid with deep affection in a garden
Upon the hill the shadow of his gallows fell
And faded as the sun descended lower still
The ground was worn and bare where many feet had trod
To watch the execution of the young man
Chorus:
And what of me so distant from that far gone place
Still the wonder of that moment crosses time and space
With mystery and majesty none can explain
For it draws me to the story of the young man
The next day being Sabbath was a day of rest
And one of some reflection for the young man's friends
No longer Messianic zeal consumed their hearts
Just sorrow for the killing of the young man
And I suppose some tears were shed till sleep came last
Then rising early morning once the Sabbath past
A woman made her way to find the garden tomb
To leave some oil and flowers for the young man
Chorus
Now history tells of heavy stone to bar the way
Was fixed by many soldiers on the open grave
For when she found it rolled aside and empty tomb
She grieved the stolen body of the young man
A gardener called her by her name as she kneeled down
And asked her why she searched about the burial ground
And wiping bitter tears away with dawn's first light
She saw the risen glory of the young man
Chorus
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