Good Friday – Splashes of Ink

The Separating Veil is Torn!

Chorus

Argh!

Torn! Torn! Torn! Torn!
Torn! Torn! Torn! Torn!

Interlude

Torn, torn, torn, torn
Torn, torn, torn, torn

1st Verse

In times B. C.
We could not see, see, see
The glory and the wonder of the LORD

2nd Verse

A curtain in place
We could not see His face, face, face
Only priests dare went to the LORD

3rd Verse

In fear we stayed
Our seeing kept; veiled
Could not go direct to the Father

4th Verse (repeat)

But now the veil is gone
Torn from top to bottom
Torn! Torn! Torn!
And Jesus bids us, us, us, us

“Enter”

5th Verse

In times B. C.
We could not see, see, see
The glory and the wonder of the LORD

6th Verse

A curtain in place
We could not see His face, face, face
Only priests dare went to the LORD

7th Verse

In fear we stayed
Our seeing kept; veiled
Could not go direct to the Father

8th Verse (repeat)

But now the veil is gone
Torn from top to bottom
Torn! Torn! Torn!
And Jesus bids us, us, us, us

Bridge

Torn from top to bottom
Torn

(Continuation)

And Jesus bids us

“Enter(!)”

The Crucifixion — “The Veil is Gone!”

Music

For piano.

Imagine… 2,000 years ago Jesus Christ, the God/man, falsely arrested for doing Almighty God’s work. Whipped delirious in a kangaroo court. Abandoned, even denied, by those closest to Him. Forced to carry — only just, but not at all — his own execution equipment. At Calvary Hill He foresees the furious dancing that will split time in two.

My music opens with a dissonant chord sequence — but, it is a dance. A dance with a difference. This cosmic King of the dance floor is dancing — furiously!

His adversary at the scene does a diabolical two-step up the cross, lusting after the transfigured crown of thorns. Authority, it’s all about authority. He wants Jesus Christ to worship him. But, the God/man pummels the beast with His heel.

Dancing, dancing — the King is dancing. Listen to Jesus Christ dancing on the cross. My King — your King — is dancing. He dances furiously and beckons: “Dance with me!”

On the cross the King briefly imagines Sheol before continuing with the pace of the dance. Jesus Christ, the God/man; the darling of every sky; every man’s hopes and dreams; the Son of existence must be forsaken on that Good Friday.

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A song… Hebrew and Christian. A memory of Egypt… Marching in the wilderness. A memory of the Tabernacle in the wilderness… And… that separating veil:

🎵
“Taa taa taa taa...
Taa, ta ta - ta ta
Taa taa taa…”
🎵

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On the Saturday, the day after, there was fantastic dancing. Unimaginable. Like never before. Similar to a time before time became time. However, nobody will ever know. All that lived knew only silence on that middle day.

The Crucifixion — “The Veil is Gone!”

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In exploring arrangements I embellished, extended and/or made changes to the music. I also made effective use of the additional staves afforded. Due to this fact, the title of pieces were paraphrased from opus to opus.

Choral — SATB + Piano