Greeted in the garden of his prayers, by the follower become disciple.
The intimate kiss sealing betrayal.
Looking on his friend, His heart broke.
Deserted in the panic of capture, friends once close now gone.
Sandaled feet flee into the night,
Hearing the steps retreat, His heart broke
Standing bound in presence of the temple priests, questions spat
His gentle answers unheard unheeded.
Feeling their fear, His heart broke.
Dragged from place to place, glimpsing a friend sculking in shadow,
Knowing his courage would slip to denial,
Harkening rooster’s third call, His heart broke.
In the presence of invading powers, offered freedom and escape.
King of kings to Roman governor,
Hosanna cries become “Crucify” and His heart broke.
Rough wood borne by shoulders used to work, through city to hill
Lifted up, enthroned between thieves.
Listening to jeers and repentance, His heart broke.
Humanity stripped away with clothing and beard, man of sorrows
His mother and friend united in grief,
Joining them by promise, His heart broke.
Knowing all was done, all things now spoken, all now paid,
No breathe left, he looked on the world
Cried “It is finished!” and His heart broke.
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