Midnight in the Middle of the Day_Sr. Deborah Muhumuza

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Lyrics THE SUN WAS HOTAN ANGRY MOB STOOD BY THE GRAY, STONE BUILDINGWHILE A MAN DRAPED IN VELVET WITH A CURLY BLACK BEARDSTEPPED OUT ON THE BALCONYNERVOUSLY WASHING HIS HANDSTO RID HIM OF THE BLOOD THAT HE WOULD NEVER WASH AWAY HIS WRINKLED BROW SHOWED THE WORRIED LINEI HEARD PILATE SAY“I FIND NO FAULT IN THIS MAN CALLED ‘JESUS”THE HEALER FROM THE SHORES OF GALILEEI COMMAND YOU TO ASK ME TO LET HIM GO FREEDON’T LET ME TAKE HIS BLOOD TO THE GRAVE WITH ME” THEN HE NERVOUSLY WASHED HIS HANDSTO RID HIM OF THE BLOOD THAT HE WOULD NEVER WASH AWAYTHE MOB CRIED FOR BLOOD OF AN INNOCENT MANI HEARD PILATE PRAY ChorusAND IT WAS MIDNIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAYTREMBLING SOLDIERS FELL BEFORE THE CROSS TO PRAYTHE WHOLE WORLD SHOOK, THE VEIL WAS RENTWHEN THE SINLESS CHRIST WAS SLAIN AND IT WAS MIDNIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAYTHUNDER ROARED ACROSS THE RUMBLING MOUNTAINLIGHT’NING BURNED LIKE FIRE ACROSS THE SEABUT ON THE HOLY HILLSTHE ANGELS RAISED THE CRIMSON FLAG OF TRIUMPHSHOUTING DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! GOOD LORD!DON’T YOU KNOW THAT DEATH WAS SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORYVICTORY

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