The Joy Set Before Me (The Anointing, Last Meal, and Garden Prayer)

I’m bunkered down and waiting out the night
The last of the perfume has finally dried
The house lays silent with every heart at rest
While Mine violently pounds against My chest
I’m bunkered down and waiting out tonight
This, just one more meal before goodbyes
The house is solemn but no one understands
The final hours slipping through our grasp
For the joy set before Me
I will endure
For the joy set before Me
I will endure
For the joy set before Me (I hear the cry from creation each night)
I will endure
For the joy set before Me (I hear the cry from creation each night)
I will endure
For the joy set before Me (I hear the cry from creation each night)
I will endure
For the joy set before Me (I hear the cry from creation each night)
I will endure
My blood seems to know there are souls to atone
It gives with no concern for its own
And it will not stop until every drop is spilled