The day Christ died Like a Buddha on the road The veil of the sky was rent The cloak of the temples fell And all the pure beckoning beauty of the heavens Spilled down upon me Cleansing me. Redefining me.
The day Christ died The earth shook Time stopped--reversed The eleventh hour became the ninth And at last again Through eyes like a child's I saw The glory that had passed return And all around me shone Mysterious Enticing, and new. The day Christ died Jesus was born A son and brother of Man And so was I.
