When the rain picks up
And the sun goes down,
With no money, come and buy
No clever talk nor gift to bring
Requires of our lowly, lovely King
Come, all empty-handed
You don’t need anything

The night was cool and clear as glass
With a sneaking Snake in the garden grass
Deep cried out to Deep,
The Disciples, fast asleep
The snake perked up when he heard you ask:

”If You’re willing that this cup might pass”
”I could find my way back home,”
”Maybe start a family all my own…but”
”Does not the Father guide the Son?”
”Not my will but Yours be done!”
”What else here to do?”
”What else me but You???”

And the snake who’d held the world,
A stick, a carrot and a string
Was crushed beneath the Foot of
Your not wanting Anything