Soon we beg for crowds to leave
So we can go and prepare to dine
With band and kin set at last
All gathered at the home of Simon
But than a local woman known
As the one I saved from stones before
Who followed us since her reprieve
From the hand of sinners and their stones
But she washes feet with tears
And then dries them with her hair
Then takes a fragrant jar of nard
And starts applying to my head
But Judas, treasurer of the band
Of disciples gathered here tonight
Argues we could sell the jar
And give it to the needy few
Ho Judas, if you only knew
What woes befall this band tonight
For the poor will be here always
But my time here is running short
Later in an upper room
A Passover feast prepared for us
But before we start to sup
Make a prayer and toast for everyone
"Please take all you gathered here
"Take loaf, break off, and pass
"And from now on this blessed toast
"Will be my body broke for you"
Again with wine I bless and toast
"Take my cup and pass to all
"And from now on this wine will be
"My blood poured out for everyone"
"And do this every chance you get
"To all the faithful followers who
"Will gather round you when I'm gone
"My death brought on by one of thee"
"How can this be?" the band retorts
"Who of us would stoop so low
"as to cause you pain or death?"
Everyone queries, "Is it I?"
"One of you who sups with me
"Will go and do the dirty deed"
Now all crying, "It's not I,
I'd go endure the pain with you."
"Oh dear Peter, you think you're strong
"You think you'd bear the pain I'll feel
"I'll tell you this morning before twice crowed
"Thrice deny I'm even known"
Again among themselves they ponder
What to do if this comes true
At the bowl my hand meets Judas'
"Go and do what you're about"
He leaves to do the deed at hand
Thinking things will be okay
To turn me over to the men
Who take offense to Jews I'm king