A new command I give to you
High Priests gather; darkness looms
That you love as I’ve loved you
Pilate’s wife now dreams…
Love your enemies and pray
Judas gives back bloody coins
Blessed are the merciful
The High Priests buy a field
This is how all men will know
Pilate struts; the people shout
That you are all my followers
Judas hangs in shame.
If you have love, one to another
“Shall I give him back to you?”
A new command I give to you
“Crucify!” they scream.
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