Tomorrow's Maunday Thursday,
A sad day, to be sure,
The things that had to happen
Grieve me to the core.
He rode into Jerusalem,
He broke bread with his friends,
He washed their feet and prayed for them.
What love is this He sends?
He suffered so, my Saviour dear,
They whipped him to the bone,
Then bore the cross to Calvary,
Our sins fore'er t'atone.
Tomorrow's Maunday Thursday.
I wish I could be there
To lay my Mum to rest at last,
And help to bring good cheer.
I'll be in England next week
A day I'm sure to save
To bring a bunch of freesia's
And lay them on her grave.
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