GethsemaneGethsemane

The darkness of night engulfed Himas the world so peacefully slept.All alone He bore such anguish,His heart breaking as He wept.

 

All alone He faced His future;He knew well what lay ahead . . .very soon He would be tortured;

within hours He’d be dead. 

Gethsemane . . . Gethsemane.Gethsemane . . . Gethsemane.How I wish I had been thereHow I wish I had been there

to wipe the tears from His eyes,to wipe the tears from His eyes,to softly stroke His hair.to softly stroke His hair.

Gethsemane . . . Gethsemane.Gethsemane . . . Gethsemane.Oh, I wish I had been thereOh, I wish I had been thereto tell my Lord I loved Him,to tell my Lord I loved Him,to show Him that I cared,to show Him that I cared,

  

to tightly grasp His trembling hands . . .to tightly grasp His trembling hands . . .and yet what would it mean?and yet what would it mean?

I was the reason for which He’d die.I was the reason for which He’d die.

How could comfort come from me?How could comfort come from me?

-- Cheri Henderson, www.cherihenderson.wordpress.com

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