He awoke furious.
Temple guard cried; “We have Jesus!”
stepped to the door curious.
Temple guard said; “What shall we do with him?”
“Take him to Pilate, He’ll crucify him.”
Jesus was silent, the priest offered no praise.
Slamming the door; “He’s seen his last days.”
Pilates’ guard shouted: “What shall we do with him?”
“Take him to Pilate, his future is dim.”
So called trials all night, slapped on a whim
Pilate yells; “What shall we do with him?”
“Crucify! on a cross! He’ll pay the cost!”
Where He died, for the sins of the lost.
Now our question is the same as them;
“What shall we do with Him?”