Joseph of Arimathea Video (MV)

Brood of the accusers
Drew by the accused
From underneath that bushel
You Sat among the ruse

With some Sentiment of sympathy
Some Sediment of truth
You knew of the kingdom coming
But not quite what to do

You said
Is it too late for me?
Is my wrong to great to right?
Can I give him what I have to give
An empty tomb to bide

With your hands of grief you held him
But they were not all your own
Predetermined and ever pleased
Was the fathers will to sow

The eternal seed of sweetness
With the rich in the cleft of the stone
He was raised to the comfort beyond the Jordan
Now his glory on earth is known

I said
Is it too late for me?
Is my wrong to great to right?
Can I give him what I have to give
An empty tomb to bide