“’Twas the Sunday before Easter”
‘Twas The Sunday Before Easter, And all through Israel’s House
There was planning and scheming by Herod the louse,
While palm leaves were waving o’er Christ’s lovely head
Just five days later, he’d be rejected and dead.
The children were running and leaping for joy
This moment of jubilance, the priests would destroy
Matthew & Mark & Peter & John
Would soon run away, not willing to go on.
It’s late in the evening as we drink from the cup
‘remember me always, as oft as you sup.’
Listen to the sounds as you stand out of sight
‘I love you’
‘I loathe you’
‘You’ll betray me tonight’
The events came so quickly toward the end of the week.
A prayer in the Garden, a kiss on the cheek
From court to court, the verdict’s the same,
“He’s guilty, He’s guilty, let us put him to shame,
In spite of the lashes, He claims to be God.
Rip him with the whip, beat him with the rod.”
Now, up Calvary’s hill, He becomes one with a cross,
We’ll spit, mock, and torture,
And show Him who’s boss.
He gasped as He spurted words that were so queer,
‘Father forgive them’, and ‘Why aren’t you near?’
“Mother behold me’, ‘you have a new son”
‘A thief follows closely’, ‘my work here is done”
The sun stopped shining – the world became dim
Our Savior stopped breathing, no life left in Him.
A soldier cried out, “what have we done?”
Not a person on earth tried to rescue the
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