He went to the temple,
Asked and answered,
And asserted His bond to His Father's affairs.
He went to the Jordan,
Joining with the pious,
And receiving heaven's word of delight.
He went to the synagogue:
The demon obeyed Him
But He would not countenance its witness.
He went to Gadara,
Restful in spirit,
Despite Fury of the gale and billows.
He went to Bethany
To bring His friend to life;
And to receive His burial preparation.
He went His guest-chamber,
Shared the ultimate Supper,
And left the memorial which divine love chose.
He went to Gethsemane,
Was pressed, oppressed, depressed
And expressed again His bond to His Father's will.
He went to Golgotha,
The cross weight on His shoulder
To bear our sins in His body on that cross.
He went into death,
The Just for the unjust,
And death was rent as one rends a kid.
He went from the tomb,
As no one had gone from a tomb,
"By the glory of the Father and His own inherent right".
He went to the place
Where His disciples huddled
Bringing the peace and breath of a risen Man.
He went to Bethany,
Encircled by beloved lovers
And ascended with hands outstretched in blessing.
He went above all the heavens,
And all heaven's host
Acclaimed the Accomplisher of all God's will.
He has sat down,
Acclaimed by the Father,
Awaiting the Father's time for His coming again.
(Number 37 bus)
