Gethsemane

Gethsemane

Garden of Grief

Where Jesus cries

Where Peter sleeps

And fails to pray

With constancy

Gethsemane

Garden of grief

My soul it chokes

On pain and grief

Father, come take

This cup from me

But do not let

Our wills compete

If I must drink

Then let it be

Can't you keep watch

One hour at least?

Look out and pray

The devil prowls

And seeks your soul

Yet I will keep

You where no hell

Or harm can reach

The hour has come

Rise up at once

Fear not this death

Fear God, not men

For this I came

For I so loved

The world can't take

What I give up

I'm held by men

I would have held

Blindfolded, beaten and questioned

The son of man, the son of God

Is seated now at God's right hand

Humility until you die

This is the drink of love divine

To you, it's blood

To me, it's wine

Gethsemane

Garden of light