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?”

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