Cries To God

(Psalm 22:15-17, Matthew 26:45-56, 27:27-31, 27:38, 27:54, John 19:28-30)
parody of Cries Too Hard written and performed by the Whitlams

Torches loom
Burning soon
He won’t defend
In a garden brawl
One thing’s sure
The Saviour knows the score


They laugh too easily and strike too hard (Strike too hard)
Couldn’t think alone, the cowards run
How can He forgive, when we don’t know what we do

Leather lashes
Broken wrists
Dry gums and His head spiked
Thorny crowning twist
He could count every bone
As they all shout and hiss

He’s hung between two thieves and crucified (Crucified)
Wood and nails and bone, the hammers thud
How can He forgive, when we don’t know what we do

He was born to free us all (Born to free us all)
Free us all
And then He leaves his life He
Gives it for sins by thee
And they just look away

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
He hangs on wearily and (Cries to God)
Cries to God
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
He hangs on wearily and cries to God

Torture wounds
Burnt and bruised
Was this young man
Lying, Lord, or Fool?
Breathing hollow
Toasted sunburned Lord

He hangs on wearily and cries to God (Cries to God)
Couldn’t drink the sponge, the job is done
How can He forgive, when we don’t know what we do

And Roman sees the Christ he
Says he’s God’s Son surely
And he can’t look away
(He can’t look away)
He can’t look away
(Aaahhh)
(He can’t look away)
(Ooohhh)
(Aaahhh)
He can’t look away
(He can’t look away)

parody lyrics © 2004 Glenn Davies

4 February 2004