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(spoken dry, no music) Several days later, on the night of (the)
Passover, we gathered with the Lord in an upper room. While
eating the meal, Jesus spoke of His death . . . of His betrayal . . .
and, of course, I was quick to boast that I would willingly lay
down my life for Him.
"Will you really lay down your life for Me?" He asked. "I tell you
the truth, Peter, this very night, before the rooster crows twice,
you will deny three times that you even know me." (music begins
to "Bread of Heaven, Cup of Salvation," p. 55)
Then, knowing fully what was to come, He offered these words of
comfort: "Let not your hearts be troubled. You will grieve, but
your grief will turn into joy." (Matthew 26:21; John 13:38, 14:1a)
Looking back, I can see it all so clearly . . . but not that night . . .
the night we partook of the Passover meal with the Passover
Lamb.
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