He stood with scarred and open hands,
their bloodied, but now risen, Lord,
incomprehension met his words,
their fear had tightened like a cord.
His word of peace rang in their ears,
yet they could hardly understand.
Bemused, unsettled, disbelief
meant that the fear they felt was fanned.
Yet here he stood, as flesh and blood,
a word of peace upon his lips,
but as they try to grasp at facts
their sense of meaning slides and slips.
Verses 4-6 follow
Tune: BRESLAU
Metre: LM
Andrew Pratt (born 1948)
Words © 27/3/2012 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, www.stainer.co.uk.
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