Not a sound, not a cry
They came to take Him away
In violent disarray
In the night while in the Garden
Gethsemane, that was
In intense prayer
While sweat like blood clots
Ran down His face
Swords, clubs, torches
To lighten into the dark
Of the mob’s coward way
They came, Jesus, we want
I am He, He replied
At His voice, they fell
backward to the ground
Their strength gone.
With a kiss He was marked
For trials by the authorities
Of crimes not committed
The verdict by Rome
Not guilty of the charges
Crucify Him, others cried
Rome’s deaf to the truth
Listened to the mob’s voice
Cesar, Cesar, our king
Away with Jesus
Crucify Him, crucify Him!
Pilate scourged and whipped Him
Mercilessly by the hands
Of his soldiers, one by one
In a spectacle of cruelty
Disgraced and guilty
Light from the Word 