waiting for a traitor’s kiss,
rises free from bitterness.
2. As he wakes his comrades up,
torches flicker in the glen:
shadows turn to marching men.
3. In that dawn of blows and lies
church and state conspire to kill,
hang three rebels on a hill.
4. Innocent and guilty drown
in a flood of blood and sweat.
How much darker can it get?
5. How much darker must it be
for a God to see and care
that we perish in despair?
6. It is God himself who dies!
God in man shall set us free:
God as man-and only he.
7. Let him claim us as his own;
we will serve as best we can
such a God and such a man!
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