Malchus: A servant of the high priest, I know what needs be done:
Obedience to Moses is a must for everyone.
I’ve heard this Jesus preaching, he’s got some way out views,
His arrest and capture will be for us good news.
Peter: A disciple of the Nazarene, I’ve known the Lord quite well
For something like about three years I’ve been beneath his spell.
I’ve seen the miracles he’s done, together miles we’ve trod,
I really do believe this man is truly Son of God.
Malchus: We’re on his trail, a multitude with staves and ready sword;
That Judas will betray him when he seeks to kiss his Lord.
I’m walking right behind him, when we reach Gethsemane,
I feel a premonition of living history.
Peter: Jesus has been praying, I see the heavy sweat on brow.
I wish I could support him but I really don’t know how.
He looks so disappointed that good watch we have not kept,
I’ll recall to my dying day when needed I just slept.
Malchus: The crowd of us march through the gate and see a group of men
They look at us with great alarm, apart from one, serene.
Judas walks right up to him and gives his signal clear,
I’m right behind and grab this man that simply shows no fear.
Peter: Jesus, look out! This multitude’s arrayed to do you serious harm.
How can you be so peaceful when they grab you by the arm?
I failed you when I slept so sound, this time I’ll use my sword,
I raise my weapon aim and strike, defending thus my Lord.
Malchus: I see too late this man approach, and though I weave and duck,
I feel sharp pain and disbelief when I realize I’ve been struck.
Peter: My bloodied sword is raised again to strike down from above,
When Jesus speaks, so calm and sure, and fills the place with Love.
JESUS: “Suffer ye thus far.”
Malchus: The anger melts, the pain has gone. It seems that time stands still.
He looks at me with loving eyes, at me who aims to kill!
Peter: I drop my sword upon the ground, his peacefulness so strong.
In sharp contrast, my anger and selfish thoughts so wrong.
Malchus: His hand outstretched with love in thought, mine had been to harm.
His gentle touch compassionate, I feel God’s love, so warm.
Peter: I look amazed when the man I struck looks at the Lord with awe,
I kneel in recognition that love, not hate, does more.
Malchus: I touch my head, my ear restored. This is no phantom healing.
What he’s been preaching he’s just proved! True love to me revealing.
With gentleness I lead him on, his love is still around me,
I glance behind; and my heart goes out, forgiving instantly.
Peter: He looks at me with fleeting glance; I feel new love reach out.
I answer back with open arms and wondrous wordless shout.
A bond is born between two men touched by a love so pure,
O keep us constant in this Love. ‘Tis ours for evermore.