Praying in the garden, You saw the crowd coming Betrayed by one that called You King You could have called A band of angels to come and save the day But instead You chose to stay, You didnÂ't run away In the very front of Your mind While the blood was flowing You saw my face as You cried Certain in knowing Tears, Blood and pain in the sand True love was pouring, True love was pouring from Your hands Bruised and beaten, Appeared You were defeated But things arenÂ't always what they seem They thought when they placed Your body into an empty grave It would end all debate But the stone was rolled away The same hand that washes clean, And sets the captive free Same hand that calmed a sea, And the one who rescued me