I tell you now
so you may believe
when terrible things happen
and all of you flee.
Blind rulers will condemn
Non-believers mock and kill
spittle, scourging, suffering
ending on a hill.
Sons of thunder
not seeing as He sees
for places of power
enter their pleas.
Can you drink the cup
to the dregs of suffering?
Or be baptised in your blood
make your life an offering?
Fill the chalice to the brim
that baptism we wish to see
we are able, we are able
cry the sons of Zebedee
What you ask you know not
nor is it mine to give
the seating in the Kingdom
shall be based on this
To be the master
become the slave
lose all that you have
in order to save
The greatest, the least
power to those who serve
lordship to the servant
a whisper makes the mountain move
The humble lifted high
the proud brought low
seek to serve the least
and in my love you will grow.
James M. Hahn, Author 