Chapter XI
The Head´s of Christ Last Sermon
With the shadow of Gethsemane
Your farewell sermon You preached
A solemn closing discourse
that was by all well received
You started speaking by action
which speaks much louder than words
You washed the disciples feet,
Outpoured wine and broke the bread
Your words were always ship-shape
Each more precious than a pearl
Marvelous eloquency…Methodical speaker…
No intent to whirl or swirl
In view of Your near departure
You spoke while You still were here
You mentioned a meeting place
where there would be no more fear
In the meantime, while on earth,
there would still be sweet communion
By the Spirit we would be
always in a perfect union
The most agonizing loss
would be our most boundless gain
Separation would allow
Your joy to replace our pain
A joy of unswerving trust
A joy of self-sacrifice
The joy of a conscious presence
and obedience with no vice
As the Father had loved You
So You had loved each of us
Abiding in Your love always
each of us would have a plus
Let´s not be depressed and miserable
Let´s be the happiest men
with lives that are filled with joy
every minute…now and then…
Man of Sorrows…broken body…
Gethsemane just ahead
and You still showed us with actions
pouring wine and breaking bread
Perfect love…Perfect obedience
May we rejoice as You did
Keeping always Your commandments
Trusting You while in the grid
You forewarned and You forearmed
knowing all the things to come
You prepared them and You taught them
to be ready and to be numb
Even though the sky was blue
You prepared them for the gale
While the barometer dropped
One by one You took each sail
You taught all those things to come
The world would just love his own
There would be battle and strife
but our spirits would have grown
Rough road and no false pretences
You mapped out the route, Oh Lord
May our hearts never be troubled
following the path You set forth
Expelled from the sinagogues
Criticized, insulted, spitted
And those doing it thought they served You
and they sat where You were sitteth
Instead of stumbling we strengthen
Our faith grows as days go by
In You and not in the world
since the world we will defy
In the world just tribulation
but in You we will find peace
May we always be of good cheer
until the struggle will cease
Rabble band with staves that come
To take You…just like a thief…
Pilates bar and Herod´s court
So much pain and so much grief
Spitting, scourging and nakedness
nailing, hanged up on the cross…
Burnt up like a potherd…claiming
All is gain…nothing is loss
Victory overcomes the world
And it is an inward one
Conscious of Your Father love
Perfect son and perfect Son
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