Poetry
Four days from Gethsemane to Glory
by Les Bill Gates
Remember me?
You betrayed me today
With a kiss, you showed them the way
And collected thirty silver coins
You whipped me and mocked me
You crowned me with thorns
So grovel in the dirt, pick up your pay
You betrayed me today...
Remember me?
You killed me today
You sent me to the cross, then washed your hands
And set the murderer free
You cursed and mocked me and made me a joke
You threw dice for my cloak
As the curtain was rent, night replaced day
You killed me today...
Remember me?
You mourned for me today
You pronounced me dead, laid me in the tomb
And sealed it with a stone
Though you denied you knew me, you still had hope
That death would have no hold on the Son of God
To the Father there could be no other way
You mourned for me today...
Remember me?
I rose for you today
The stone rolled back, the tomb was bare
There was no one there
I’d died in your place, so your sins could be forgiven
I’d defeated death, so you could go on living
With my blood, your sins were washed away
I rose for you today...
© 2008 Les Bill Gates
by Les Bill Gates
Remember me?
You betrayed me today
With a kiss, you showed them the way
And collected thirty silver coins
You whipped me and mocked me
You crowned me with thorns
So grovel in the dirt, pick up your pay
You betrayed me today...
Remember me?
You killed me today
You sent me to the cross, then washed your hands
And set the murderer free
You cursed and mocked me and made me a joke
You threw dice for my cloak
As the curtain was rent, night replaced day
You killed me today...
Remember me?
You mourned for me today
You pronounced me dead, laid me in the tomb
And sealed it with a stone
Though you denied you knew me, you still had hope
That death would have no hold on the Son of God
To the Father there could be no other way
You mourned for me today...
Remember me?
I rose for you today
The stone rolled back, the tomb was bare
There was no one there
I’d died in your place, so your sins could be forgiven
I’d defeated death, so you could go on living
With my blood, your sins were washed away
I rose for you today...
© 2008 Les Bill Gates
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