Having shared his body and the cup of wine
Knowing that his passion was soon to begin
Jesus went into the garden alone
With Peter, James and John near by
He withdrew to pray for strength to endure
To call on his Father with holy fervour.
Knowing he would soon be betrayed
By one of his chosen friends
Who for his life a price was paid
He cried out to his Father, in agony
“Let this cup pass me by,”
“Not my will but thine.”
He submitted so humbly,
That his prayer was heard.
And an angel of the Lord came
To offer him comfort in his misery.
Alone in the garden
Forsaken
Agonising
Weeping for mankind
Sweating blood and tears
As he searched the hearts of men
Those for whom he’d freely give his life’s oblation.
Such indifference and scorn
As his body would be whipped and torn.
And all for love of sinful souls,
He would carry his cross
Three times he would fall.
The jagged thorns, the heavy wood
The tearing nails, the sharpened sword.
Alone,
Forsaken,
Obedient unto death.
© 2017 Rosalie Annette Bourke
