In the quietness of a darkened sanctuary,
Stained glass windows dim with fading light,
Candles burning near the altar,
Lights being turned out one by one,
I hear them reading the Story,
His words repeated,
His prayer right before He went to the garden -
He was praying for me.
For me -
The Pharisee plotting to have Him killed,
The Betrayer throwing away the best thing I've ever known with a kiss,
The So-Called Friend who swore to be faithful then denied three times.
He was praying for me.
In the darkness I repent,
Mourn my selfishness and His affliction,
Silently praise for this cleansing Sacrifice.
The last lights go out.
We leave in silence.
Music for this day:
(Louder here, but the video didn't quite go with my candle theme as well as this one did.)
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