LENTEN CAROL

Do you see how he rides through the city gates
as a king, with his head held high?
Do you see in his face any sign or trace
that he knows he will soon have to die?
Surely he would have known in his special way
that they sought him to crucify:
Yet he rides unafraid though the sun and shade
as 'Hosanna!' the people cry.

Do you see how he goes to Gethsemane
as the night winds begin to blow?
Do you see him on his knees, near the olive trees,
as he prays for God's true will to know?
There are none who would blame him for staying free
of a death so painful and slow;
Yet he knows he must see to his destiny,
to his Calvary he must go.

Do you see how he stands in the judgement hall
as a captive with head bowed low?
Do you see how he fails to reply when assailed
with blunt questions whose answers he knows?
Could it possibly be that his lot was cast
to have failed as Savior and King?
Yet we see in his eyes not the least surprise
when they say he must face death's sting.

Do you see how they take him outside of town
to the hill to be crucified?
Can you stand there and hear ev'-ry taunt and jeer,
Do you see how he painfully dies?
Yet if all that he said when he walked this earth
would be treasured and held as wise,
There is no way to doubt that the truth will out;
even now he prepares to rise!

From 'Lenten Carol', words and music by Stephen Walters. Published by The Sacred Music Press. (C) 1994 by The Sacred Music Press. All Rights Reserved.