Last night I lay in fitful sleep,
And dreamt of things that made me weep,
I dreamt of a garden,
Of rose in the air,
I dreamt that I was knelt down in prayer.
I dreamt of the moonlight,
So soft and so pale,
I dreamt of a friend,
And a kiss of betrayal,
I dreamt that soldiers rushed from the night,
Seized me,
And bound my hands and feet tight.
I dreamt that I was charged and tried,
And my sentence was to be crucified.
I stood numb with horror,
As it occurred to me,
The sacrificial lamb I was to be.
How can this happen?
How can this be?
How can this be happening to me?
They beat me with whips,
Tipped with wire and bone,
They hit me with fist, leather and stone.
A crown of thorns they shoved on my head,
With the cross on my back,
Through the streets I was led.
My body was wracked with terrible pain,
As my blood ebbed away,
Like slow drops of rain.
I heard the pound of the hammer,
I felt the nails bite,
I sat strait up and cried out in fright!
Soaked with sweat,
And trembling with fright,
I looked out my window,
At the suns early light.
I looked all around me,
Shaking my head,
Then I realized I was still in my bed.
It had all been a dream,
Yet so vivid, so real,
And I know now the agony,
That Jesus did feel.
I know now the sacrifice,
That Jesus did make,
I know now the price,
He paid for my sake.
I dropped to my knees,
At the side of my bed,
Folded my hands,
And bowed my head.
And I prayed to Jesus,
To be my Savior and guide,
Now in the house of the Lord,
I shall ever abide.
