I went on a very early morning walk this morning, fitted with a head band with a light on it, and went to a spot in the middle of a rocky outcrop within the bushlands. I took out my Bible and started reading the Gethsemane stories as recorded in all four gospels. After doing this, I got inspired to write this poem…..
Gethsemane
Pray, pray, pray, in the Garden He
He sweated blood & prayed His plea,
“Shall this cup pass from me?”
He hears no response, oh He knows,
His role, His mission,
To take on the worlds woes
Here prays the man of sorrow,
Knowing the Fathers will & the tomb He shall borrow.
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Betrayed, betrayed, betrayed, in the Garden He,
Judas & the arrest party arrive with haste & heed,
“Is this how you betray me?”
With the kiss of the betrayer that He receives free of will,
He knows now of His blood that He must spill
Here stands the man of sorrow,
Receiving the kiss leading toward to the tomb He shall borrow
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Grabbed, grabbed, grabbed, from the Garden He
To be taken to the courts for the people to make their plea,
“Have you come to take me?”
His Disciples respond with sword in order to kill,
The disciples cut off a servant’s ear out of their wrathful will
But here stands the man of sorrows,
Who heals the servant’s ear, and lets them take Him away to the tomb He shall borrow
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May we, brother & sisters, see the man acquainted with sorrow- who bore the sins of the many, died a mockers death, so that we in Him we shall be partakers in the Age to come.
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