Thursday, 13 April 2017


In the Garden of Gethsemane
Amongst the olive trees
You had supper with friends
It was to be your last
You were deceived

The mob ruled, you were degraded,
Insulted and layed upon
They led you through the streets
Uphill to Calgary

Nailing you upon a cross
You shed your blood for us
Dying for our sins
Giving your body
Gifting us forgiveness
And eternal life

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