Between noon and three it happened to me
It happened to you, we were all set free
Between noon and three Christ died on a tree
Our tree of sadness on our tree He saves us
We who can't save ourselves
Between noon and three -- the nails were our shame
The crown took our pain and the world's not been the same
Since that day, since that day. Between noon and three
Between noon and three, darkness on the land
Still in God's hands, here He takes our stand
And the wind, and the rocks, and the people cry out
The curtains ripped, His Spirit unlocked
And the guard says without a doubt, "This is the Son of God!"
"This is the Son of God!"
And the world's not been the same, since that day, between noon and three
© 1999 Timothy James Uecker