Alone in the garden to His Father He prayed
His disciples asleep under trees where they laid
My Father in heaven, please take this cup away
No Father, let it be done to me as you say
The soldiers approach, his disciples in fear
Peter draws his sword and severs ones ear
Jesus surrenders without a fight
He is taken away in the dark of the night
As the cock crows, Peter begins to cry
Told by Jesus three times he would deny
Convicted and accused of blasphemy
Pilate is pressured and gives a decree
In a courtyard filled with a crowd
They cursed at him so load.
Pilate is seated upon his throne
Jesus stands there all alone
A murderer is spared and set free
The carpenters make a cross from a tree
His flesh was beaten from his bones
From the shocking pain he moans
Upon his head is trust a thorn woven crown
His precious blood drips to the ground
Pilate washes his hands of the whole affair
Our Lord knew fully his time was near
He lifted his cross filled with sin it weighed
With every step taken to his Father he prayed
Falling three times and overwhelmed with pain
My Father in heaven let this not be in vain
Thrown upon the cross he gazed up to heaven
He felt so alone with this cross he was given
Nailed and lifted his eyes looked down
For his garments the lots rolled across the ground
His mother’s heart broken and tears in her eyes
The dark clouds gather above in the sky
Father, forgive them for they know not what they do
His head fell limp and his mission was through
Lightning, thunder, and rain from the sky
No longer any doubt for our sins he was to die
The Fathers merciful love extending to everyone
Giving of Himself; giving of His Son.

God’s Servant,
Anthony