Oh the agony of divine foreknowledge,
Seated with friends at Passover Feast,
A time of national remembrance and joy,
Overshadowed by eternity's awful event.
A close companion will soon betray,
Other friends will desert and deny,
After walking to the Garden to pray,
Betrayal pain delivered with falsest kiss.
Dark Night,
The King of Kings led away.
Mocked, beaten, crowned with thorns,
Thorns compounding deep inner pain,
Rough justice, prejudice driven,
Fueled by their hypocritical power,
Condemned, exhausted, physical pain,
But resolved to carry his cross.
Simeon carried the wooden one,
Jesus carried my sins sickening load,
Dark Day,
King of Kings led away.
Each driven nail compounding pain,
Joints wrenched as the cross was dropped,
Hanging on a cross – the ultimate shame,
Mocked and jeered, spitefully abused,
‘Come down from the cross!”
But Jesus silently refused.
His deepest pain we cannot conceive,
The sinless one accepting God's wrath,
My sins were loaded up on that cross,
Without complaint he was crucified.
Dark Day,
King of Kings died that day.
Buried in a borrowed tomb,
No time for traditional rites,
Stone sealed his silent body in,
A guard set to watch day and night.
His friends have fled,
Not one came to mourn.
Dark Day,
King of Kings, laid in a tomb.
Are my sins so black in your eyes?
Am I so corrupted you could not look?
Is my selfish spirit truly evil?
Does pleasing myself get recorded in your book?
Can I not choose what is right and wrong for me?
Anyway, I can come when time is right for me!
Dark truth,
King of Kings has awakened me.
The Sun's first rays exposed the truth,
Stone rolled away showing empty grave,
‘He is not here' the Angel declared,
‘He is Risen and glorified just as he said'.
Death could not confine Christ to oblivion,
He is risen to confirm the truth of salvation.
So the Son's first rays have reached my heart,
Exposing the truth we like to avoid.
We are full of the blackest of sin,
And the worst one is not following him.
Dark Day
If you turn away.