Oh Lord From out of your own, your devout group of twelve Came a soul possessed by greed and by the ruler of the air How did it feel, when he traded you in For only thirty pieces of silver, and how did you share your Meal with that man? Breaking bread with him next to you He’s the “one who dipped his hand” And Jesus you knew from the beginning of time That your very own would turn, that Peter would deny Not once, not twice, but three different times, That you’re the Son of the Father who is seated on High How could you stand it? Praying by your lonesome Sweating blood cause you’re anxious Your face to the ground You said Father if possible, take this cup from me The spirit is willing but God the flesh is so weak A murderer is on trial, but the crowd sets him free And asks for You instead A crown of thorns upon your head, driven straight into the flesh Beat within an inch of your life Mocked and spat upon they brought you to the hill And there they nailed your hands and feet And then the blood of God was spilled as you Gave up your Spirit your body now broken The earth began to shake and the tombs were smashed open The bodies of holy people raised up to life You were buried in a tomb but defeated you were not Because three days had passed and you opened your eyes The grave was no match for the power of Christ Deemed “King of the Jews” but you died for the masses You are the risen king of all You are Jesus of Nazareth