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Gethsemane

I was thinking about the significance of Maundy Thursday and I found this poem I wrote 20 years ago. In this period of pain and suffering across the world I had a vision of Christ’s agony in the Garden of Gethsemane.

My soul is overwhelmed to the point of death. Matthew 26:38

A garden where I knelt to pray Burdened by sorrows of the day Lonely, deserted in that empty space Noone to help with future disgrace.

I lifted my eyes towards heaven And pleaded for another option. I prayed like I’d never prayed before The tears touched my inner core.

The friends I expected to stay alert Were fast asleep in the dirt with no idea of their fate To them this last prayer I dedicate.

Fear and despair were with me still when I thought of the mission to fulfil An angel descended and gave comfort Gave refuge and peace I sort.

Father I accept your cup of humility and your plan for my destiny The cross is my suffering and shame For only I can take the blame.

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