We at times hold the alabaster’s oil,
Crouching down on reverent knees
As we realize He trod on this same soil.
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
Yet in moments we scoff, mock and scorn
Indignant as if we know what is good
While maybe ’tis our vision that’s been torn.
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
At times we betray for silver’s lustrous shine
Seeking out false idols to comfort our greed
Only to choke later on the devil’s vine
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
Still in moments we dip before His eye
Turning our kiss away from Heavens’ grace
Even as we question and shout ‘tis not I
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
At times we are rocked to our inner core
Warned our weakness will lead us to deny
We vow vehemently we shall stray no more
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
But in moments, these words we fail to heed
Until a loud crow calls us back again
Echoing the thorns and nails that made him bleed
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
We at times bask in the garden’s Angelic glow
Trekking loyally to remain, to keep watch
Trying to pray with fury while stuck below
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
Yet we fail in moments, giving into sleep
Unable to stay Even the hour’s watch
Burdened with promises we failed to keep
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
At times we’ve been blatant in our mocking
Spitting with contempt in the face of the Truth
While spreading division, instead of Unlocking
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
While at other moments we’ve been the crowd
Shouting “Crucify” like blinded, shepherdless sheep
Read to jump and bow at those urgings loud
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
We at times stand triumphantly tall and strong
Fighting, declaring our thoughts for all to hear
Listening to our heart’s whispers about the wrong
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
Yet in other moments we’ve washed our hands
And shrunk away from feeding the scattered flock
Content to live narrowly in our minds and lands
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
At times we bravely hoist up the heavy cross
And shoulder the burdens others must bear
Inspired by that starkly triumphant loss
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
But in other moments we walk quietly alone
Stumbling along Calvary’s deadly path
As we despair and sink under that final stone
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
We at times stare in awestruck wonder
Centurions brought falling upon our knees
Declaring truly with the roar of thunder
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
Yet just moments before we jeer and we mock
Withholding our belief unless he comes down
As we lift ourselves vainly up above his flock
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
We at times despair in wallowing sorrow
Trapped in the agony of our own cross
Unable to see any hope for morrow
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
Still in moments our tiny sliver of hope
Has us boldly cry out “remember me”
Knowing the Kingdom lies atop this slope
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
At times we’ve recalled those ancient words
That we should strive to do as he has done
Stooping at feet to humbly heal and serve
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
But in moments our pride has eagerly won
As we reject the washing He longs to give
The final yet lasting gift from the Son
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
At times like these, alone, confused and afraid
We’ve asked “why have you forsaken me”
Struggling to see the promise He has made
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
And in other moments we recklessly plead,
Asking that this cup be taken from me
Unable to realize He knows what we need
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
Now in these times of sudden uncertainty
With the church stripped, barren and bare,
We look around for a final guarantee
Amidst all the ashes, scattering like dust
We rise, and then we fall yet still we know
Those members of the passion remain in us
Now in these moments, serene, quiet and still,
We recall the invite to Paradise
When we rise, unhidden, a light atop the hill