I'll Give up Chocolate

An olive grove that night was spent,
With blood and sweat, emotions rent.
A guard of soldiers had you brought,
Before an all accusing court
My response to their cruel intent,
'I'll give up chocolate Lord for Lent!'

The lying court and crowd agree,
They just ignore the governor's plea.
Upon his head a crown of thorn,
A purple robe it's said was worn.
To mocking worship they gave vent,
'I'll give up chocolate Lord this Lent!'

They hung you Jesus on a tree,
Of Roman nails, they used just three.
Two in hands and one in feet,
Their evil deed was then complete.
It is finished! Your life was spent.
And I gave up chocolate Lord for Lent?