He ate His Last Supper
With His motley  crew
The Host a Shepard
Led to slaughter
Bread from a body
Baked with love
Wine from blood
To be out poured
They all shared this
In Holy Union
What one day would
Be Holy Communion
After supper the Heavenly Host
Would wash their tired
Stenchy worn feet
All for a kiss of Death
A blatant denial
The meal was over
They really weren't finished
To the garden he went
To continue to pray
As tears and blood
Flowed steadily to
Hallowed ground
His friends sleeping
Peacefully unknowing
What was ahead
Were they drunk
With the bitter taste of
Friendship on their lips
Or afraid to get up
On their fresh smelling feet
Let it be done in agony said
Snoring blocked out
What His friends
Should hear
But that didn't stop
A most brutal
Innocent death
Death became life
So we could live
Now and Forever
Amen I say Amen