Dark in the day-He washed their feet
Drank with them-ate with them
“Traitor, hasten up time is no more” He says
Though he delayed-he at last betrayed the LORD.
Dark in the garden-he earnestly prayed
Unselfishly pouring out-His soul so pained
Asking but one thing-the grace to carry on
A mission so daunting-so tasking, so cruel
Dark in the night-with a passion so strong He prayed
Bearing in mind-a road of torture, tumult and Gaul
Feeling the pains-never to give up-reluctant to give in
A mission to redeem, to refresh, to reinstate
Later that evening-the King Eternal is sold
Cheap the price-so we might be redeem costlier
With a blood spilled-on the road to the “Place of the
Skull”
Beaten, slapped, spat on, abused, and bruised!
A thief of damnation freed-a chief of salvation killed
He silently willingly agreed to die-just for you and I
Crown of thorns upon His-six inches nail-like-pace upon
His head
Writhing in pains-though eager to die-a mission
fulfilled
Brought to the street-stripes upon His back
Laughed to scorn, beaten to pulp-a cross to carry on
Way to mount of the skull-so cruel, so agonizing, so treacherous
Oh! If not for Him, who else could bear this shame, this
pain, this curse?
Nailed to the cross-a pain so severe, so calamitous
Raised up before the world-a mockery so dreadful-garments
to cast lots
Bitter gaul to drink-sun darken in the day-mother wept
Pierced upon His side-water cum blood gushing forth
“Dad forgive them-they are ignoramus of Your love”
“Mother, behold your beloved son!-sons behold your
mother”
“My Lord, My God! Why reject me now?”
“It is done, finished”-He did all these for me,
you-all, what a love so pure!!!
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