Hymns by Carolyn Winfrey Gillette

Jesus went out to a garden To a quiet place to pray.
In the night, a crowd came round him, Led by Judas on their way.
They seized Jesus to arrest him; Someone near then drew a sword.
Soon a slave was injured, suffering There beside our suffering Lord.

Jesus spoke to stop the violence: "Put your sword back in its place."
Then he touched the slave and healed him In a moment filled with grace.
For as violence leads to violence Causing more distress and pain —
So compassion in abundance Is a witness to God's reign.

God of love, we pause and wonder: Did that slave give quiet praise?
Yet the story marches onward With the pain that it portrays.
For the One who brought such healing Soon was broken, on a cross,
To our sinful world revealing Violence has an awful cost.

God, the gospels bear a witness: Your Son's death was not the end.
By your grace, you raised up Jesus; Sin and violence did not win.
May we work to end all suffering; Lead us in Christ's peaceful way.
May his peace become an offering That we share throughout each day