It was in the garden
Where humanity disobeyed
And it would be a garden
Where Jesus was betrayed
Judas came with soldiers
Armed with knife and sword
To come and arrest Jesus
Our calm and loving Lord
He admonished Peter quickly
To put his sword away
And healed his wounded captor
Though this didn’t cause delay
They took him before Annas
And Caiaphas the high priest
Who’d said it was better for one to die
As an offering of peace
They wanted to kill Jesus
A threat to balances of power
But they needed a valid reason
And all their arguments turned sour
They took Jesus to Pilate
Who asked what He had done
They said Jesus deserved to die
But they could not be the ones
Only Rome had authority
To wield the tool of death
But Pilate found no reason
To take Jesus’ final breath
He had him flogged and bleeding
But this didn’t please the crowds
Jesus was their sacrifice to Rome
And so they shouted loud
“Crucify him, Rome is our King!”
And He, to die was sent
The most humbling death imaginable
Forgiving as He went…
words from wick 