In the space of time, a few hours or
less,
They were refusing the One who did them
bless,
Their Good Master, He with whom they
worked and served,
What did He do, that such vile treatment
deserved?
He was their all, yes the disciples
lived with Him,
But today things are getting darker,
more grim,
Why? Just what has their Jesus done to
the Twelve?
They desert, deny, and to darker ways
delve;
Sweet Injuries! Did not Jesus with them
toil?
See how fear and favour His good works
did spoil.
He walked among His people both night
and day,
Teaching and preaching what was His
Father’s way,
A Jew born and bred, a Rabbi superior,
What did He do to make Him as a traitor?
He gave sight to the blind, He made the
lame walk,
The deaf were made to hear and the dumb
to talk,
The poor had the Gospel News preached to
them too,
These and more miracles are what Jesus
did do;
Sweet Injuries! Scribes, Rabbis, people
like these,
Deviously conspire Jesus to seize.
In what space of time will it happen my
friend,
When you no longer to Jesus’ commands
attend?
Look at yourself, you love Jesus as your
Lord,
Yet many of His ways, you simply can’t
afford,
To watch and wait, you’re too tired, too
busy,
Yet His word to you says, My yoke is easy,
Stubbornly defiant, His peace you
resist,
And on your lukewarm living, you still
insist;
Sweet Injuries! Friend, it doesn’t have
to be so,
Jesus died and rose! Does His Life in
you show?
Amen!
