Tune: New Winchester – Ride on, ride on in majesty
Palm leaves are rotting on the ground
As plans for your arrest are formed
A way to stop you must be found
By those who crown your head with thorns
Your journey takes you from the room
From Seder meal with bread and wine
Into a garden draped in gloom
You pray, not now, some other time
Your path has led you to a trial
And judgement comes from tarnished thrones
A cock crows and you hear denial
Then face the punishment alone
The way has led you to the cross
To mocking crowds and agony
For all my gains you suffer loss
And you do this in place of me
Your road looks like it’s reached the end
You breath has gone, I know you’re dead
Did I love you enough my friend?
I kneel before you, bow my head
Verse to be added on Easter morning:
As God has rolled away the stone
You live again so I can live
Returning you make me your own
Unconditionally forgive
Image: window by Thomas Traherne, Hereford Cathedral — taken by Ana Gobledale
