He's in charge of funds, the money, the fees He was on the heel of the King for years.
He follows the Law to the "T". He's "perfect", God's teacher, holy.
But she's a sinner, her past left her worn, But what she has she pours out on His feet. At their glances of scorn, She was ready to hang her head in defeat. Until she is reassured at Christ's Words: Her story will be told throughout the world.
The pit is dug, the trap is set. The scheme to slay to the serpent Has been put into motion, Because they believe He’s a threat. All the pieces are in place on the board, They're going for the King, The Lord.
Not willing to change or repent These are the villains, unwilling to let go, So they slayed and lifted the serpent. These are the ones history won't forget Not because they were the heroes, But because they lived for the Hero, no regret.
He's the governor of the land, And he's washing blood off his hands.
He's a master of torture, the head of rigid regimen. He crucified the man, after called Him the Son of Man.
He's just a passerby, But he's aiding the man condemned to die. He's modeling how to carry your cross, Before millions will go on to live it out, How to live selflessly and consider the cost. He's being drafted into history being written out.
Christ has breathed his last, And the die has been cast. The curtain is torn, laid in the dust, And the spear has been thrust. He asks why His own Father has forsaken him, And the chalice has been poured out, full of earth’s sin.
Not willing to change or repent These are the villains, unwilling to let go, So they slayed and lifted the serpent. These are the ones history won't forget Not because they were the heroes, But because they lived for the Hero, no regret.
Triumphant Entry
He is on a colt, not a stallion, And they are shouting praises, laying palms. Crowds urge the holy king to carry on, While the teachers try to get them to be calm.
He is David’s blessed descendant And their hero ready to conquer Rome. At His response, some are left indignant, But Jesus rides to give outcasts a home.
He was born, and laid in a manger, And now he now leads a band of misfits. He has no home, but calls home the stranger, Whether fisherman, drunkard or Zealot.
He loves like Father running to the prodigal, And the righteous brother finds it too radical.
Mount of Olives
By fate, By God's will, king by destiny. By judgment, now a refugee.
Cursed and afflicted but not forgotten. Suffering, mourning in exile Yet David’s still faithful all the while.
He forgives the offense, looking ahead Believing God will turn it to good instead. Weeping the warrior ascends, with covered head Barefoot trods the Mount to which this journey led.
This is the Mount of Olives. Where the king endures his son’s rejection. This is Gethesame, Where olives are crushed. It's here where this righteous ruler Is being crushed under the weight of the world. Though he's weeping, he's submitting to God's will. Though his life is bared to suffering, And his soul to God's reproach, He will be faithful still. There will be no resistance. The Lion turned lamb will be silent When he descends the Mount of Olives.
Betrayed by friend's familiar kiss. For silver, their past was all dismissed. Before of time, He was destined to be King. By judgment, now a criminal facing reckoning.
Cursed and afflicted but not forgotten, Suffering for every Jew and Gentile, To the end, He will follow through, And be faithful all the while.
Death in exchange for the forgiveness of every offense He will endure it for the joy set before him. The disciples follow, after singing a hymn. With washed feet, they tread the Mount To which this whole journey led.
This is the Mount of Olives, Where the anointed King will face death before his resurrection. This is Gethsemane, Where olives are crushed. The Righteous One is crushed under the weight Of the sins of the world. Though he's sweating blood, he submits to death. Though his body is bared to suffering And his soul to the Father's reproach, His love did not hold back anything. There is no resistance When the Lion of Judah is silent Like a lamb before the shearers. When they leave him at the Mount of Olives.
Betrayed by friends and family, forced to flee, Named, "crowned one", one day it will be. By judgment, deserved wrath and agony.
Burdened and afflicted, but never forgotten. There's suffering, I'm not in denial. Yet God is still faithful all the while.
God, help me to forgive each offense, Looking ahead, believing you will turn it to good instead. Even weeping, I will still ascend, with my bowed head, And barefoot trod the Mount to which my journey had led.
This is my Mount of Olives, Where I will learn to endure rejection. This is Gethsemane, Where dreams are crushed. Here and now, my faith is tested, As I am crushed by the weight on the world. Though my life is bared to suffering, I know my soul will never bear your reproach. So I will carry on. There will be no resistance. When I could boast or rage like a lion, I will be still and gentle like a lamb, When I return to life and descend this Mount of Olives.
Workmanship Writing 
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