The night that Satan thought he had me, the night he planned his victory,
the night his servant Judas kissed me, finished my walk to Calvary.
The rough arms came, reached out, and seized me.
My dear friend drew his sword to fight.
Put back your sword, I said to Peter,
it has to be this way tonight.
Oh don't you think I could withstand them without your help if I should try.
Oh don't you know ten thousand angels would be at hand with just a cry.
And then I asked of those who seized me,
Why did you come with clubs and swords
while every day I sat among you
teaching in the temple courts?
On those days did you arrest me?
No, now you come in evening’s hour.
For Satan's way is always darkness
and you -
by hating, give him power
Oh don't you think I could withstand you at any time if I should try.
Oh don't you know ten thousand angels would be at hand with just a cry.
But lead me on the way to Calvary.
We'll take the road together now.
I'll walk along - no need to drag me
for I won't use my heavenly power.
Oh I could call ten thousand angels
if I wanted to be free.
But my love for you will keep me silent, until I die upon that tree.
My love for you is what will hold me
upon that cursed redemption tree.
© Diane Gruchow 2009
