In their hands they held nails to end a life
in the pale light of his final hours;
In their hands they held books that told them so,
forgetting who preferred flowers;
She gave an apple but we took it too literally,
it was her love that opened his eyes
They wanted to believe that what came about
was truth but they only told lies;
Who will be sorry before God when what was
proven was nothing they could accept;
It was never so plain except that the law was
no comfort to those who wept
In their hands they held their own judgments
because it was all they could see
And in the pale light of the morning sun he
saw forgiveness was not to be