In The Garden
In the garden, He prayed alone,|
Leaning on a rough old stone.
As agony and fear crept in,
The flow of blood-stained tears begin.
'Not my will, but yours,' He prayed,
As He lifted His eyes to Heaven that day.
Knowing what must come to pass,
Redemption from sin would be here at last.
What love was there within His heart,
That He was willing to do His part.
To bring about salvation's plan,
To bear the sin of fallen man.
So as we enter our ' garden ' to pray,
Remember the sacrifice of that day.
The Son of God willingly gave His life,
To take away our sin and strife.
With a thankful heart, I give praise,
Because on the third day you did raise,
Now alive at God's right hand,
Making intercession for every man.
AnyForm goes - with PoetAl Thomas
By Darlene Hylton
© 2008 Darlene Hylton
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