This is the day Christ asked his disciples
To join that sorrowful feast of the damned
To share flesh and blood.

I am standing here behind Judas
In silence in peace
Awaiting anticipating

I am watching, observing their faces
Reading in their minds, sensing thoughts
Frightened they are, no longer brave

To preach sermons, to serve the truth
He takes the chalice full of blood
Looks at me with these sad eyes and says

For he is the man to whom we all owe life
For he is the one who saves Jesus
For he is the one we shall lay our faith upon

For he is the one who shall hang on the cross
Instead of me ? Jesus your saviour
For I am not a saviour not a martyr I am

For I am not who they believe I am
For I am but a prophet, no son of god
And they see me, a man of a woman born

Still a living sacrifice
Of a name so unimportant
Of a life so fragile

Of a joy so short
As I am awaiting my death.


"His name was unspoken
His visage unbearable
His voice hissing

His kingdom overwhelming

Death and demise he brought

For total destruction he sought"