Gethsemane

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GETHSEMANE

  

The image of a cross I see

     in the tear of Him who would die for me,

          a tear, or is it blood, I cannot tell.

Underneath the stars is He,

     fallen in such agony,

          then His eyes meet mine.

Could it be He is telling me

     that He is going to Calvary‑‑

          for me?

I glimpse again the tear

     and am surprised to hear

          a voice that sounds like mine.

I hear the lies that once I told,

     and feel the fears of long ago,

          they seem so near to this man's tear.

But how could I expect to know

     the depth, the passion of His soul

          as lies and fears would soon be His alone.

Through vision blurred I understood

     forgiveness like I never would

          had I not been there in the garden.

He rose and stared at a distant cloud,

     and saw a trial, a death, a shroud;

          I cried aloud! Could it be this was for me?

He who knew no sin, my cross would bear?

     He who never lied, a crown of thorns would wear?

          The Man became a Lamb of sacrifice for me?

Heaven and Hell mixed with the blood and sweat.

     Judgment and mercy in Jesus met.

          Oh, the joy and fear of that precious tear!

RF