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I think I was his best friend,

and I loved him long and well,

From the Galilean mountains

to the lonely edge of hell

And I loved him like a woman,

and I loved him like a friend

But the very love that healed me

just might kill me in the end

Waiting for the morning, waiting for the light

Waiting for the morning, waiting for the light

God knows I was afflicted,

'tho' it wasn’t like some said

I was no whore, but other demons

danced around my head

Then he reached right out and touched me,

and I looked into his face

I’ll never understand it,

but my soul was bathed in grace (Chorus)

And so I came to be with him,

He chose me on that day

Some thought we were lovers,

and we were -- well, --in a way

For he shared his deepest thoughts with me,

the shadow and the fears

I’ve never seen such courage,

and my face has felt his tears (chorus)

By day we walked & planned & hoped,

by night we talked & prayed

I think his friends were jealous,

but they stayed out of my way

Then one day near Jerusalem,

he shared a mystery

He seemed so pale and frightened,

I cried, «How can this be?» (Chorus)

I went to tell the others,

they could not understand

I hardly understood myself --

a sacrificial lamb?

But then today the sky turned black,

my love nailed to a tree

The others were in hiding,

but I just had to see (Chorus)

Besides this stony cavern

where they laid him, it is cold

The darkness seems so heavy,

and I feel so lost & old

The tears are all cried out now,

and I raise my fist and cry --

What God would send an only son

to suffer and to die? (Chorus)

I don’t believe that God did that --

it’s people that are cruel

Those who threaten power

will be killed by those who rule

But life springs forth from darkness,

and this I do believe

A life lived well and holy

has planted many seeds

And I will pray and work and hope,

and I will carry on

And in the darkness listen for

The coming of the dawn (Chorus)

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