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Olive Press (lyrics in CC and desc.)

This one's heavy. (p.s. I wanted to change a few lines but I could never get it to sound as good). Intro: Moon hanging pale like a blade in the sky Garden of olives, hear the night cry Footsteps slow, feel the air get thin Something heavy pressing in Verse 1: We left the table, hymn still ringing Now the dark got a different singing He said His soul was crushed with grief Like sorrow found no more relief Told us, “Stay awake with Me” But my eyelids fell like gravity Saw Him stagger past the trees Drop to His face, fall to His knees Never heard Him sound like that Not teaching crowds, not breaking bread Not calming storms with lifted hand Now trembling in the garden sand Sweat hit earth like drops of blood Dirt turned dark in the midnight mud He said, “Father… if it can pass…” Voice cracked through the olive grass Cup in His hand we couldn’t see Weight of wrath? Or mystery? We thought Messiah would take the throne But now He’s praying all alone Hook: Olive press, pressure on His chest Breath uneven in His chest Is this the hour? Is this the line? The King looks weak in the moonlight shine Shadows moving through the trees Fear runs cold through Galilee If this is victory, we don’t understand Why does the Christ shake in the sand? Verse 2: He came back, eyes searching ours Found us sleeping in the darkest hours Said, “The spirit’s strong, flesh is frail” But His own flesh looked pale as hail Went again where the branches bend Talking to heaven like a broken friend “Not My will…”—that’s what He said But the weight still bowed His head We followed Him since Jordan’s shore Saw blind eyes open, demons roar Watched Him raise a lifeless man Now death feels close, within arm’s span Wind cut sharp, torches glow Armor clanking down below Sound of soldiers in the night Steel reflecting firelight Judas stepped with a traitor’s kiss How did it come to this? Thirty silver pieces cold Bought the Shepherd, sold the fold Hook: Olive press, pressure on His chest Hands bound tight against His vest Is this the hour? Is this the fall? Why doesn’t heaven answer at all? Kingdom talk now feels so far Messiah bound like a common czar If this is glory, we don’t see Why does our Lord bleed silently? Verse 3: Peter swung with desperate aim Blade flashed quick in sudden flame Ear hit dirt in panic’s cry Jesus healed the wounded guy He said, “Put your sword away— The cup’s not something I’ll delay.” Cup again… that word returns Like fire underneath that burns Legions He could call from sky Still He let them bind Him tight No resistance, no escape Just surrender to their hate We ran—yeah, we ran in fear Footsteps fading far from here Garden echo in my mind Left the Holy One behind Bridge: We thought the cross was Rome’s design Didn’t see a deeper line Didn’t know that in that plea Submission was the victory In the press of olive trees Oil flows when branches squeeze In the press of holy dread He bowed His will, His blood was shed Final Hook: Olive press, crushing weight Love walked straight into His fate We saw despair, we felt the night But He saw joy beyond our sight Bound and taken, Lamb led on While we scattered, hope seemed gone In the garden fear ran wild— But God was saving through the Child. Outro: Moon still pale, torches fade Footprints where the Master prayed Desperation, doubt, and flight… Yet mercy moved that night.