Cold and icy in my bed: laid on the ground of Jerusalem
R. Fleming
Cold and icy in my bed: laid on the ground of Jerusalem:
ev'ry flower is withered, the birds have left their
song, the sun wears a twisted eye.
I'm alone with your dream of redemption, my Lord.
Save Him, save our son.
I'm his mother: save Him:
Let me rock Him again in my trembling arms.
Save Him, I'll receive the silver from Judas.
Help Him.
Your word is all my world. I'll receive the money from
Judas' hand and spend it on nothing.
Save Him, Jehovah, help Him, my God,
Bless Him, my Lord, redeem Him, my husband.
Oh, save Him, save our boy.