'Gethsemane'

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'Gethsemane'

Upon
Your knees
Your heartfelt
Pleas
Echoed
The garden
Of
Gethsemane

Yours alone
The only
Plea
To set
You free

For the others
Were not
Awake
To see

Your sweat
Drops
Turned
To blood

For was
Your plea
That this
Cup would
Pass you by
But if it was

The Father's
Will
Then
You would
Rather die

To set us free
Yes you and me
You suffered
The pain
In the garden
Of Gethsemane

Without a hope
Nobody
Willing to help
You cope

For unlike you
Nobody
Knew
What awaited
You

In early
Morning
Hours
As your
Apostles

Slept

You wept

For like
As olive
To the press
Your life
Would be taken
Without
Transgression
Sin
Or
Blame

Your head
Would hang
Covered
In our shame

For worthy
Is your name

The hours flew

Your prayers
Your father knew
He heard
Your cried
He knew
The lies
But
Suffering
And pain
Was His will
For redemption
To gain

They found
You there
Betrayed
And bare
Before
The apostles
Stares
And guilty
Glares

They fled
Leaving
You to fend
For sins
You never
Committed
And healing
Wounds
Of warfare
Leading up to
Final hours
Of dread

Setting the scene
Of your death bed

They came
They found
They took
You down

For in the Father's will
The cup could not
Pass you by
For it was
God's will
For you to die

Oh Gethsemane
The garden
Where you
Bled your drops
Of sweat for me
To set
Us free
Overcoming
Sin
Causing it
To lose its
Sting
And loosen
Every earthly
Hold
On death
Destruction
Through
Your
Crucification
And
Resurrection

Oh
Garden
Of
Gethsemane

The pain
That was
Endured
To set
Us
Free

Oh
Garden
Of
Gethsemane.

Kelly Fagelund-Gjersoe
1/04/21

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and worthwhile words shared dear Kelly. We must know peace, we must know we do not walk alone. Thank you for sharing the amazing and worthwhile words.
Coyote

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