One last supper they ate together
The disciples not knowing the storm He would weather.
He washes their feet, and warns they’ll fall away,
Though every one claims he shall stay.
He takes the bread, His broken frame
Shattered to claim the Savior-name.
Take; eat, in remembrance of Him
This must be done to save from sin.
His blood of the covenant is in the cup
Poured out His soul to death, soon after they sup,
Spilled for the covenant and forgiveness of sins,
Shedding blood greater than animal skins.
Another cup awaits, in the hand of the LORD,
It is foaming with wine, from His hand will poured,
All the wicked drink it to the dregs,
Fire not quenched, even if for mercy he begs.
It waits with the Father, for the Son to drink,
He cannot from its contents shrink.
To fulfill the prophets, it must be done,
That the Father forsake His righteous Son.
Peter claims he will not fall, but with Jesus he will die.
“I will go to prison and death,” and one day both are nigh.
And yet – before the rooster crows twice.
Peter will deny Him thrice.
“Simon, Simon, behold Satan demanded to have you, that he might sift you like wheat, but I have prayed for you that your faith may not fail. And when you have turned again, strengthen your brothers. Peter said to Him, ‘Lord I am ready to go with you to both prison and death.’ Jesus said, ‘I tell you, Peter,’ the rooster will not crow this day, until you deny three times that you know me.