Holy Week Meditations . . .

As I walk with Jesus today, He seems very quiet.  I wonder -- what is the Master thinking?
Is He looking ahead to the agony in the Garden -- the mob coming to arrest Him with swords and staves -- mocking Him -- smiting Him -- striking Him on His loving face?
Is He thinking of Peter (one of the inner circle), who is going to deny Him, saying, "I know Him not."?

Or,  . . . . . is He looking beyond Calvary, perhaps way down to you and me, and thinking:

     "I gave My life for thee; my precious blood I shed.
      That thou might'st ransomed be, and quickened from the dead.
      I gave, I gave My life for thee; What hast thou given for Me?

      My Father's house of light, My glory circled throne,
      I left for earthly night, for wanderings sad and lone.
      I left, I left it all for thee; Hast thou left ought for Me?

      I suffered much for thee, more than thy tongue can tell,
      Of bitterest agony, to rescue thee from hell.
      I've borne, I've borne it all for thee; What hast thou borne for Me?

      And I have brought to thee, down from My home above,
      Salvation full and free, My pardon and My love.
      I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee.  What hast thou brought to Me?"