The truth may kill.
The truth may free.
No fear or favour
bends the judge’s will.
But now before him stands
a man - far more than man -
brought by human spite
that begs the aid
of Roman might.
The case is clear -
this man is here
for no known wrong.
The smell of evil scheming
fills the air.
The truth may kill.
The truth may free.
No fear or favour
bends the judge’s will.
The case is clear -
the judge’s task
made complex.
The power bloc
demands
conviction,
sentence,
crucifixion...
Uncomfortable,
what can he do?
To shift the blame,
to live in shame,
to hide the truth...
But no!
He’s trained
to find
and know,
no matter what!
The truth may kill.
The truth may free.
No fear or favour
bends the judge’s will.
A king, is he?
No earthly king,
no threat to Rome!
A king of truth?
What’s truth?
He’s probed
and sifted it
all his life,
yet suddenly
faced with truth
in this one man
he’s shaken!
What’s truth,
indeed?
The truth may kill.
The truth may free.
So do not flee
the Truth of God!