He waited among the trees
In prayer alone with fear
No peace among those Olive leaves
His final sermon drawing near
His pulpit was a rough-cut tree
His cloak bloody and bare
His final words choked free
Below a mob only stared
He preached pardon to a thief
Then consoled His mothers grief
Loud thunder clapped a final hymn
And earthquakes growled Amen
And looking to that empty throne
Saw Gods back and He alone
Asking “why” with his last breath
Sermon over …welcomed death