Jesus at Pilat's hall

In Pilate’s hall, the bound Christ seen,
By rulers clad in robes serene.
Yet at the door, they dare not tread,
Lest their pure feet be falsely led.

They shun the Roman’s tainted ground,
But miss the truth so profound:
In their zeal to keep laws intact,
Their hearts betray a darker pact.

Rejecting Him, the lamb so true,
Their Passover has lost its hue.
Blinded by laws, they could not see,
Their own hypocrisy set free.