(Kevin Russell) Rest i denied to the savior on his way into the sun But i didnt taunt or ignore his condition as he came undone I only saw the tips of spears and the spit from the mouths of crows His path is was filled with complicaters and suffering all alone His innocence held such clarity Gethsemane still on his breath Barefoot and burdened unjustly but love never leaving his breast From this began my wandering, my punishment for the crime Of standing still among an angry mob, all of them friends of mine Now our houses sag with sorrow of tomorrows fate bestowed Gnashing of teeth and weeping over whats been lost and whats still is owed Many come from the west to many here from the east Like birds alone with their songs On the wires, the trees and the eves I will give you the gold I stashed away I will give you the fat of my land My sister has two lovely sparrows One in each of her hands