Praying in the garden,
You saw the crowd coming
Betrayed by one that called
You King You could have called
a band of angels to come and save the day
But instead You chose to stay,
You didn't run away In the very front of Your mind
While the blood was flowing
You saw my face as You cried
Certain in knowing Tears,
blood and pain in the sand
True love was pouring,
true love was pouring from Your hands
Bruised and beaten,
appeared You were defeated
But things aren't always what they seem
They thought when they placed
Your body into an empty grave
It would end all debate
But the stone was rolled away
The same hand that washes clean,
and sets the captive free Same hand that calmed a sea,
and the one who rescued me