It was long ago, but we can’t forget.
A night different than any other;
Why was that night different from any other?
And so they came,
To arrest my Jesu,
In the darkness they came,
For their time was finally permitted;
And so with lanterns and torches they lit up the night;
John was there- he saw and heard and hurt.
The cohort was ready, perhaps 200, to quell
Any uprising, for it was Passover.
Yet my Prince, my Beloved, offered no resistance;
'Twas enough for Him to say “I am” and they retreated
And fell to the ground.
“Let these go their way” protected His sheep.
But not for Him, even with Iscariot’s kiss.
Peter, bold and true to the challenge, only found the Master’s rebuke.
Yet 12 legions of Angels were ready at his command to
Meet the Roman cohort,
But He chose instead to drink that cup for me!
A night different than any other;
Why was that night different from any other?
And so they came,
To arrest my Jesu,
In the darkness they came,
For their time was finally permitted;
And so with lanterns and torches they lit up the night;
John was there- he saw and heard and hurt.
The cohort was ready, perhaps 200, to quell
Any uprising, for it was Passover.
Yet my Prince, my Beloved, offered no resistance;
'Twas enough for Him to say “I am” and they retreated
And fell to the ground.
“Let these go their way” protected His sheep.
But not for Him, even with Iscariot’s kiss.
Peter, bold and true to the challenge, only found the Master’s rebuke.
Yet 12 legions of Angels were ready at his command to
Meet the Roman cohort,
But He chose instead to drink that cup for me!
