There is a tale through ages told
Of Midas and his touch of gold
But none compares with what we know
Happened to Jesus long ago.
There in a garden on a hill
On one dark night so sad and still
A troop of soldiers with their knives
Approached God’s twelve to seal their lives.
The battle raged among the few
The fighting fierce and overdue
Some ran away while others hid
It was the task Sanhedrin bid.
Two thousand years we’ve known the Word
Though truth is not all we have heard
The story thrives, it grows and grows
With fleeting time God’s blessing glows !