What was it like Fran O'Reilly
What was it Like to enter town and hear the great acclaim
of people gathered on the street, with palms they called Your Name?
They would betray the love you gave and seek to have you killed
and put with common criminals upon a nearby hill.
Did the thought of all that was to come make you long instead
not to have to drink the cup and not to break the bread?
And later on into the night when You asked Your friends to stay
did You pray for God’s forgiveness for the one who would betray?
Chorus:
And You ask us all to watch with You and help You through the night.
This was planned since time began, it’s something you can’t fight
All the suffering, pain and sorrow; yours to be our light
Which guides us from the path of wrong unto the path of right.
What was it like to walk the road and carry to that hill
A heavy cross You chose to bear and do Your Father’s will?
The ice-cold nails of hatred that should symbolise defeat;
Did You cry the tears of anguish as they pierced Your hands and feet?
Did You wish you didn’t have to as they cast lots for Your clothes;
mocked and cursed and jibed You, but then, how could they know
this task had been given them by the Father of us all?
The promise of eternal life came closer with each fall.
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