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It was a night like no other.
The chief priests and the elders held a council and did something rash.
He told us that it must be done:
Save the many, kill the One.
Caiaphas won us over with panache.
Thinking back it makes me blush:
The way we acted in a rush.
I should have stopped the hearing.
But I was daunted by the jeering.
He’d been on the job for weeks,
Sending thugs and spies and sneaks,
And finally on this night so bleak,
He had Jesus Christ.
You should have heard us gasp in shock,
We did little more than gawk,
The moment in my mind remains.
Bruised and bloodied, covered in spit,
Yet even so I do admit
Jesus was majestic in his chains.
The trial was a travesty
Accusing him of blasphemy.
Caiaphas said that he must die
But could not even tell us why.
He could see upon my face
Disgust and rage at this disgrace
So he intensified the pace
To kill Jesus Christ.
Witnesses that uttered fictions
Produced mindless contradictions
None would even dare to meet my stare.
Caiaphas cast off his façade:
“Are you the Christ, the Son of God?”
Would have had him blaspheme then and there.
A deathly silence then ensued
Tension kept my palate glued.
I thought he’d overplayed his hand,
That he’d left Jesus in command.
I thought we’d gotten out of grief
But was deceived in my relief,
And I was shocked beyond belief
When Jesus said...