Walk With Me

Walk with me, past the upper room,
Where Christ fellow-shipped and washed their feet.
Where Christ knew that Judas had planned His doom,
And Judas knew that he could not the Son of Man defeat.

Walk with me, past the place of betrayal,
Where Peter spoke thrice, I know not of who you speak.
He wept after his blatant denial,
And after it was done, the cock's crow was uttered from his beak.

Walk with me, past our Savior's trial,
Where Pilate could not find any reason.
He washed his hands of all that was vile,
And Christ knew that it was His season.

Walk with me, past the Savior broken and bruised,
The soldier's mocked the Eternal King.
They cared not about the Savior, they abused,
They thought this our Savior would sting.

Walk with me, as our Savior carries the cross,
The burden of sin was far greater.
We could not save ourselves, but end in loss,
He knew what was at stake, because He is our Creator.

Stand with me, as we witness this Great Sacrifice,
For though God turned His eyes away.
He knew that His blood would suffice,
For if you call upon Him, you can be saved today.

-Wade Jinright