* * Oh, * *
I'm uphill.
Like you, Lord.
My yoke is light
Sweet burden
To the light that you are
To see it for once
What is invisible
The sweat is coming down on me
Calvary's inactive on.
I'm not counting on Veronica.
She's gone a different way.
Women
Cry over each other.
Barabbas spit on my face
I'm uphill.
Me, deranged from Gerazy
In your name...
