Beneath the Ancient Olive Trees
Beneath the Ancient Olive Trees
Beneath the ancient olive trees
On a hill outside of town
The Son of God was praying
No others made a sound
His disciples all had tired
And drifted off to sleep
Leaving him alone to pray
His own peace to seek
Beneath the ancient olive trees
On a hill outside of town
Jesus called out Father
Can another way be found
Yet not my will but your will
I stand ready for your plan
But give me strength and courage
For I am still part man
Beneath the ancient olive trees
On a hill outside of town
Disciples slept while Jesus wept
And the soldiers came around
Then the one who would betray him
Came up and kissed his cheek
And turning to the soldiers said
This is the one you seek
Beneath the ancient olive trees
On a hill outside of town
The soldiers bound up Jesus
The disciples fled the ground
And the “holy men” of Judah
Turned their backs then to the Lord
And asked that he be crucified
They were all of one accord
On a hill side in the city
A place known as the skull
They nailed him to a cross with thieves
But their victory was null
For as he hung there dying
He cried out – all could hear it
Father it is in your hands
That I now place my spirit
Beneath the ancient olive trees
In a garden three days hence
His tomb, it now stood empty
And the scriptures now made sense
For the Son of God, to save our souls
Must die then rise again
And with this single act of love
Our souls were freed of sin
Mdailey 4/1/12
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