Darkness in the garden

The prayers of the Desired of Nations are spent

As the blood drips from His flesh

Treachery

The traitor's kiss of love was active malignity

As his hanging and disembowelment would testify

He had betrayed innocent blood



With torches and weapons

They came to take Him away

The High Priest's servant, Malchus, his ear severed

From his head by the sword of Cephas

Was healed instantly by the touch of Christ



They took Christ to Caiaphas, He went resigned to die

The death sentence wielding

Such was denied Sanhedrin

Pilate unyielding save to the political will



Clenching a mandate in one hand

Reluctance in the other

The latter of small consequence

With the former beholden



His wife was plagued by nightmares

Whilst he was haunted by

The nightmare of insurrection

The crowd outside was gathering