In the Garden of Gethsemane, amid the olive grove,
Jesus told His disciples,
“Sit here and pray that you may not be tempted.”
On that fateful night so long ago,
His heart was heavy,
Filled with anguish He fell facedown,
“Let this cup pass from Me.”
As Sweat from His forehead,
Like great drops of blood, fell to the ground.
On that fateful night so long ago
In the Garden of Gethsemane.
An angel, sent from His Father up above,
Came to comfort and strengthen Him
Filled with the ointment of love
“Abba, Father, not My will but thine be done.”
The time had come;
That same night Judas betrayed Him,
With a kiss upon His cheek;
Oh that fateful night so long ago
In the Garden of Gethsemane.
The solders came forcibly to take Him away,
Jesus replied, “These things are to be
Because I have came to fulfill
What the scriptures say about me.”
That fateful night so long ago
In the Garden of Gethsemane.
As He hung upon the cross
He prayed to His Father,
“Forgive them for they know not
What they are doing.
I am paying the ultimate cost;
This day I lay down my life
To save the lost.”
Matthew 26: 36-56
© Janice Bumbalough Marler
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