I Do Not Know the Man
I had hopes so high
If Messiah dies,
Well then so will i
But I'm bold and weak
Charge and then retreat
I proclaimed Him--
How could I now deny?
Chorus:
Oh, Jesus, forgive me!
Oh, can You forgive me?
Oh, Jesus, forgive me!
Oh, can You forgive me?
You can forgive me
But will You?
I do not know the Man
Can this really be happening?
What has become of His
Glorious plan?
Does it all tumble down?
Does His Kingdom have feet of clay
What did He say?
Is He crumbling now?
Or am I?
I had hopes so high
If Messiah dies,
Well then so will i
But I'm bold and weak
Charge and then retreat
I proclaimed Him--
How could I now deny?
Chorus:
Oh, Jesus, forgive me!
Oh, can You forgive me?
Oh, Jesus, forgive me!
Oh, can You forgive me?
You can forgive me
But will You?
I do not know the man
I thought I was the leader--
Look at Peter!
But instead I'm unstable as sand
If I'm not at His side in this
Hour of trial, my denial
Says I am a worm, not a man
Have mercy!
Where does all this go?
Can there still be hope
When He's brought so low?
If He's really God,
Can they spill His blood?
Oh, this morning feels like ages ago...
CHORUS
House of Confusion (Part One)
Jesus, standing so silent,
I command you to speak, on Israel’s oath:
Do you claim to be the Messiah,
The Son of God, or, incredibly, both?
Jesus:
You’ve forced me to speak; this is barely, and just barely, legal;
And you and I both know this “trial” is really a sham
And yet I will answer your question, so rooted in evil,
For all that you say that I AM, THAT I AM.
Joseph of Arimathea: I find this trial quite irregular...
Sanhedrin: Blasphemer!
Nicodemus: Aren't we ignoring procedure here?
Sanhedrin: Blasphemer!
Joseph of Arimathea: He may be just Who He claims, I fear...
Sanhedrin: WHAT?!!?
Caiaphas:
Hear ye, hear ye, let the trial begin;
Bring the guilty, I mean the accuséd one, in
Let witnesses come, let us hear, let us see—
I’m sure we will find that their charges agree
Witnesses:
I think I remember… Now how did it go?
He spoke very fast… Very patient and slow
He said he was God, or His Son… Son of Man!
The Messiah, perhaps… Piece of bread, or a lamb…
It’s ridiculous, really… His claims were absurd!
Though He healed quite a few… Raised the dead with a word
But I’m sure he’s a fake… Just the “Fool of the Day”…
Isn’t that what you said… I was brought here to say?
Caiaphas:
These witnesses here are pathetic;
They aren’t helping us make our case
Perhaps it is time we inquire of the crime,
And we ask Jesus now, to his face
Jesus, standing so silent,
I command you to speak, on Israel’s oath:
Do you claim to be the Messiah,
The Son of God, or, incredibly, both?
Jesus:
You’ve forced me to speak; this is barely, and just barely, legal;
And you and I both know this “trial” is really a sham
And yet I will answer your question, so rooted in evil,
For all that you say that I AM, THAT I AM.
Joseph of Arimathea: I find this trial quite irregular...
Sanhedrin: Blasphemer!
Nicodemus: Aren't we ignoring procedure here?
Sanhedrin: Blasphemer!
Joseph of Arimathea: He may be just Who He claims, I fear...
Sanhedrin: WHAT?!!?
Caiaphas: What did I just hear you say?
If you believe that this man's the messiah,
Then you'd best be willing to lay down and die--
I'm sure Rome can find crosses for all who draw nigh
To this petty false prophet, this peddler of miracles,
Claiming divinity, sneezing out oracles,
Surely you don't believe this poor magician
Is Christ, who was sent from "our God"?
Sanhedrin: He's a blasphemer!
Caiaphas: Send him to Pilate--Away!
Sanhedrin: He's a blasphemer!
Caiaphas: There's nothing worse he could say
Sanhedrin: Such a blasphemer!
Caiaphas: Get this thing done before day,
Show this brigand who's in charge here...
Sanhedrin: He's a blasphemer!
Caiaphas: Send him to Pilate to die!
Sanhedrin: He's a blasphemer!
Caiaphas: He burns like a brand in my eye
Sanhedrin: Such a blasphemer!
Caiaphas: Soon even he won’t deny,
Soon he’ll admit who's in charge here...
Everyone knows who's in charge here...
Everyone knows who's in charge here!
House of Confusion (Part Two)
Caiaphas: Are you, O Pilate, a faithful, good servant of Caesar?
For this Jesus here makes a claim to be King of the Jews
If you would ignore him, you too would be guilty of treason
You’d best execute him, or you may be crucified, too
Pilate: I see your game—you’re determined to kill your Messiah [crucify, crucify, crucify!]
You’re just as barbaric and backward as any I’ve seen [crucify, crucify, crucify!]
So this time I’m cornered—you’ll get what your bloodthirst desires [crucify, crucify, crucify!]
But let the guilt fall upon you, and none upon me
Pilate: I see no reason to authorize this execution;
And this is the season to set one of your people free
So here’s my suggestion: this wise and unusual rabbi;
Your priests seem to hate him, but he seems quite harmless to me
Caiaphas: Are you, O Pilate, a faithful, good servant of Caesar?
For this Jesus here makes a claim to be King of the Jews
If you would ignore him, you too would be guilty of treason
You’d best execute him, or you may be crucified, too
Pilate: I see your game—you’re determined to kill your Messiah [crucify, crucify, crucify!]
You’re just as barbaric and backward as any I’ve seen [crucify, crucify, crucify!]
So this time I’m cornered—you’ll get what your bloodthirst desires [crucify, crucify, crucify!]
But let the guilt fall upon you, and none upon me
[break of some kind to switch to the 5/4 or 10/8 time of the last segment…]
Crucify Jesus of Nazareth, crucify Jesus of Nazareth! Crucify! Crucify, crucify! Crucify!
Crucify Jesus of Nazareth, crucify Jesus of Nazareth! Crucify! Crucify, crucify! Crucify!
[Over singing of “crucify,” etc., Pilate shouts without melody:
I find no fault in this man. He is guiltless!
Rome demands justice, while you only demand blood!
I wash my hands of this!]
Nothing good can come out of Nazareth, nothing good can come out of Nazareth!
Crucify! Crucify, crucify! Crucify!
Crucify Jesus of Nothing Good, crucify Jesus of Nothing Good!
Crucify! Crucify, crucify! Crucify!
Crucify! [{spoken}crucify him!] Crucify, crucify! [{spoken}crucify him!] Crucify!
Crucify Jesus of Blasphemy…
Crucify Master of Blasphemy…
Crucify Teacher of Filthy Lies…
Crucify Unholy Sacrifice…
Coming Back Broken (Peter’s Song)
Holy One who gives all of Israel a home,
Keep Your people, but please, won’t you leave me alone?
For You know when I sit down, You know when I stand;
You know every stumble I make
Like the soldiers surrounding me,
I feel Your hand
That won’t let me just run away--
You won’t let me just run away.
Chorus:
You are the air I breathe, trapping me,
tight to my skin;
and so I say, “go away,” and draw You within
And though I’ve denied You,
I fear that I’ll finally
Come back confessing my sin,
Coming back broken again.
Holy One who gives all of Israel a home,
Keep Your people, but please, won’t you leave me alone?
For You know when I sit down, You know when I stand;
You know every stumble I make
Like the soldiers surrounding me,
I feel Your hand
That won’t let me just run away--
You won’t let me just run away.
Chorus:
You are the air I breathe, trapping me,
tight to my skin;
and so I say, “go away,” and draw You within
And though I’ve denied You,
I fear that I’ll finally
Come back confessing my sin,
Coming back broken again.
I was so sure I knew the heart of Your plan,
To rule the world like a powerful, milit’ry man
Oh, but now I’m bewildered, confused, and alone,
Dreading the dawn of the day
Are you willingly giving up claim to Your throne?
I cannot make sense of Your ways,
The myst’ry entombed in Your gaze . . . Your gaze . . .
Those eyes, calling (for) me to step out on the sea;
Those eyes, shining as bright as the heavens can be;
Those eyes, crying, questioning Gethsemane;
Those eyes, haunting, look ‘cross the courtyard at me . . .
CHORUS x2
Coming back broken . . .