How scared You were, Lord!
Shuddering, sweating, pleading it not be so!
The only glimmer of hope is that
Judas will realise his mistake, repent, return anew.
Here he comes now, quietly, slowly,
emerging from the dark.
I cannot see his face.
O Lord, be it not so!
The touch of his warm breath, the brush of his lips,
they tore my heart in two.
He will not look at me!
"You betray me... with a kiss!!??"
Astounded.
His startled glance met my steady gaze
but he pulled away, head down,
and ran into the dark.
O Father, he is lost!
O Father, my friend....
Confusion erupts around me,
shouting, flames, flashing armour.
Peter is wildly swinging that darn sword.
Dear fisherman, he hasn't an ounce of skill!
A clumsy swing slashes a guard's ear.
O Father I am sorry!
And I stretch out my hand, pick up the ear,
put it back in place,
to heal the mistake.
Our eyes meet - he looks so afraid, Father!
Confused, falters, but he has a job to do
and grabs my hand, his blood still wet.
Back at camp,
Mother is waiting, praying,
hears the shouting, the running.
Silently she sits, tears pouring down her face.
It has begun.
Shuddering, sweating, pleading it not be so!
The only glimmer of hope is that
Judas will realise his mistake, repent, return anew.
Here he comes now, quietly, slowly,
emerging from the dark.
I cannot see his face.
O Lord, be it not so!
The touch of his warm breath, the brush of his lips,
they tore my heart in two.
He will not look at me!
"You betray me... with a kiss!!??"
Astounded.
His startled glance met my steady gaze
but he pulled away, head down,
and ran into the dark.
O Father, he is lost!
O Father, my friend....
Confusion erupts around me,
shouting, flames, flashing armour.
Peter is wildly swinging that darn sword.
Dear fisherman, he hasn't an ounce of skill!
A clumsy swing slashes a guard's ear.
O Father I am sorry!
And I stretch out my hand, pick up the ear,
put it back in place,
to heal the mistake.
Our eyes meet - he looks so afraid, Father!
Confused, falters, but he has a job to do
and grabs my hand, his blood still wet.
Back at camp,
Mother is waiting, praying,
hears the shouting, the running.
Silently she sits, tears pouring down her face.
It has begun.
