My story has twists and turns I can’t change,
scars on my heart written by slashes of pain.
Some of those markings arrived by my own hand,
but some of them were granted by betrayal of friends.
I could sit in my sorrow and wail in despair,
justifying bad behavior in the name of unfair.
But pause comes from knowing that I’m not alone.
There is another who understands the heartaches I own.
A man walked before me on life’s path of emotion
and offered me healing with His dying devotion.
His message and mission grant me ears now to hear
and leave me with words that conquer all fear.
I share what is written by scribing His story
to tell you about the time suffering met glory.
I show you the walk of the last days of Christ,
His journey a gift meant to change your whole life.
The end begins now with His final nod to Galilee,
as the healed of Samaria pave paths to Jericho’s tree.
His traveling stories find the last words of God’s will
as He walks toward the destiny of death on a hill.
From new friend to old friend, He visits His last,
granting unaware hearts a goodbye for the past.
A foreshadowed funeral in a sacrifice of perfume
brings the anger of a traitor that will lead to the tomb.
This upside-down road has been dusty and long,
a three-year journey meant to undo the strong.
The festival is looming. Thoughts of feast in their heads.
The twelve turn their faces toward unleavened bread.
They follow the donkey and beam smiles at the crowd
as their King’s dismissed sorrow falls in tears to the ground.
The palms wave before Him as law teachers scheme,
preparing stones to cry out from a silent man’s dreams.
His actions spark worry in hearts weighted with rules,
for this Savior’s chisel left them with no tools.
Everyone’s watching. They know a riot won’t do.
There must be some way to secretly silence His truth.
But that’s not His focus as the days run by fast
with only hours to make an impression that lasts.
The chances of a victory dwindle down to just one
as He walks toward the meeting of Father and Son.
That temple needs cleaning. There’s so much to do,
with the teaching and preaching and telling of truths.
His authority is questioned by intentions unseen.
Answers are granted but none of them gleaned.
The leaves of the fig show the false presentation,
and reminders of failures wither the hearts of a nation.
They must watch the growth for what won’t pass away,
watch to be counted worthy and pray.
Now, two go to prep the large room for the guest,
to clear out the upstairs for a meal and for rest.
Final arrangements made for the Passover seats
and a family of brothers gathers to eat.
The first course, a servant on one humble knee.
He pushes through protest to wash all their feet.
Bread and wine served with a side of betrayal
and a denial’s prediction as they recline at the table.
Judas will go and do what he must do,
setting in motion events prophesied true.
The scene now grows solemn as they start to ask why,
still not understanding their Lord will soon die.
