I see Him beside

What was once a grave of stone

Broken from His shroud

And He was walking

Above the waves around us

Reaching out a hand

The land we were in

Promised so long ago then

He has come down here

Rome oppresses us

And we have cried out to Him

There He stands again

A woman reaches

Briefly grazing His tunic

And she is healed

One day they will bow

But for now we are hated

Just as He has been