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Their Way To The Garden

The disciples made their way out to the garden The soldiers stomped and clapped, they clapped in time Matthew and John their lives were over Oh look, He wears a cloak, and how it shines Judas placed the crown upon His head Because he doubted Jesus at least three times Behold here comes to us our Mother Mary The sorrow in her eyes they said it all Her Son was being cruelly handed over She wished for one more day and that was all She touched His side poured out His precious blood The Son of Man had expired, God came to call

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