Gethsemane
There were much agony and tears
Painful words entered my ears
Sorrow filled my troubled soul
Yet I knew this was no time to fold
I took three disciples to watch with me,
but they could not; sleep got the best of them
Sweat poured from me like drops of blood
I felt the gloom, but never void of My Father's love
"Father!", I cried. "Please remove this cup so bitter?"
But my Father made me a gallant fighter, not a quitter
I knew that this cup was filled with the sentence of death
Its contents meant a brief separation between me and my Father
So I persisted, "Is there any possibility that I don't drink this cup?
Three times I asked, and three times, my Father said, "No".
Finally, with love for mankind, I surrendered to my Father's will.
My closest friends forsook me, for fear that they too would be killed.
With My Father's love, I drank the bitter cup designed only for me.
With my Father's love, I drank it for her, him, them, and for you.
04052017 PS; Poem Written in April(Not for Contest), Laura Loo I felt God's love embracing me as I wrote this. I pray you also will experience such overwhelming love as you read it.
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