In glory, emptied and releasing,
My throne, my place, my power,
As angels, wondering, watched me go...
In Bethlehem when angels sang,
And Mother rocked, and
That day long past in temple courts,
Conversing with the elders,
I did not dream--of this...!
Such thoughts my heart awoke,
As realization grew, each day...
With John in Jordan’s water,
Even as you spoke my name,
And Spirit came to me with love...
I taught and prayed and healed,
And Peter, John, and others,
Rejoiced to see Your power shown...
There was bread for multitudes to eat,
And wine for wedding feasting,
Women, children, beggars blessed...
Hosannas rang and branches waved,
The people hailed me King!
Yet still they did not understand...
We broke the bread and drank the cup,
We sang a song together,
They could not pray, but took their rest...
Oh, Abba, Father, might it be,
I am a fool -- mistaken?
Can not there be some other way...?
Must I, alone, be taken?
At sadness, doubt, betrayal, shame...
My enemies await me,
I wonder, Father, where are You...?
Why did I fail to gather them?
Am I alone? Have I lost all?
Will they remember? Will I live...?
Darkness is here.