Your closest friends deserted You
Fleeing from Gethsemane
When the soldiers came at night
To arrest You secretly
Peter denied You three times
Before the cock crowed twice
Because of fear that gripped his heart
And held it in a vice
Even John kept far away
Though they’d walked with You so long
Feeding, teaching, loving them
At your capture, they were gone
Betrayed by a kiss from Judas
Thirty coins, betrayal’s price
How little was the value
That he placed upon your life
The crowd who saw your miracles
And partook of much of them
Who shouted “Hosanna’ a week before
Cried: Crucify that man
Religious leaders, soldiers
And the multitude became
Enraged, bloodthirsty, eager for
Your suffering and Your shame
Tortured, wounded, bleeding, torn
Unrecognizable
But that was not enough for them
They hungered for the kill
Yet, as the nails were hammered through
Your hands and feet that day
And thorns pierced deep into your skull
The people heard You pray
Forgive them, for they know not what they do
Forgive, forgive
You freely gave forgiveness for our sins
That we might live
Not once were You offended
By their hateful, shameful deeds
In the midst of pain and suffering
You kept sowing loving seeds
You took time to give salvation
To suffering, dying thief
While You hung in agony on the cross
In utmost pain and grief
Obedient even unto death
In faith You rose again
To harvest love from many who
Make following you their aim
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