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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