God is our father, God is our judge
Not twelve lowly people that harbor a grudge
Lives are in question-attitudes not good
But out of this chaos a jury now stood
They had but a few days to know this man
Whose life, love and happiness they hold in their hands
They say to themselves he looks like a nice enough guy
But we must watch and listen while this case we try
They hear of the horror-the life lost-oh, the pain
Now we have to ask what did this man gain
A lineup? They had one. No, he wasn't picked out
Hurray-point for our side-is it okay to shout?
An eye witness? Yes, a young lady was there
She was asked was it the man sitting in this chair?
"No" she said quite calmly, "That isn't the man"
We fill up with happiness-strike up the band
Two people say he's innocent-he has nothing to hide
More testimony-more points for each side
The case is presented, we said our last speech
The jury leaves-a verdict to reach
We sit each day our hearts beating fast
How long will it take-how long can we last
At last we're called in-our fate has been sealed
We smile-two witnesses proved our point we feel
The verdict is read-guilty-that's all we hear
No, this can't be happening-the innocent have nothing to fear
Our lives are broken, our loved ones cry
So many hurt-emotional death they die
We try to understand but now we are blind
To reason or fact or hope of any kind
Twelve mortal people took a life in their hands
Set themselves up as Judge and condemned this man
A much greater sin -woe is their fate
Tried to play God-and made a fatal mistake.