The church dimly lit by candles
The procession begins
Alter servers in white with crimson ropes
Solemn, quiet, mournful
They proceed to their destination
The priest lays prostrate before the alter
His crimson vestment starts to glow
The moon in all her beauty shines through
the glass of our Lord's home
Service begins
The Passion read
Our holy Cross brought forth
Chaste, mournful lips kiss our Lord's feet
Tears are shed is silent sobs
Our King has died
We look forward for three days
Trying hard to remember he rises
Knowing the end of the story
Yet still heart's break
Our King has passed
As silently as service began
It is finished
Into His hands we commended our spirit