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Gethsemane

 

Tearful and trembling

How can this be?

The Son of God Himself

Anguished in Gethsemane

 

Say it is not so

Lord, say it is not true

That nigh unto death

Blood sweats from You

 

 Calvary is bitter

Horror beyond compare

Yet in the secret garden

You die nearly here

 

Not from thorns

Nor from being pierced

Not from a Cross

Nor from lashings fierce

 

My Savior sweet

Prostrate on the ground

You approach death

For deepest grief You found

 

Sorrow upon sorrow

Pain upon pain

Beloved, You suffer so

That all others would gain

 

The weight of the world

Is upon Your precious heart

The punishment for all sin

That New Life would start

 

All transgressions You bear

Lord, this overwhelms my mind

The penalty You embrace

For all of sinful mankind

 

Drink of this bitter cup

Willing You are to do

Agony and torture

Relentlessly attack You

 

Tears I shed now

Is Your pain here forgotten?

Have I passed by Gethsemane,

My Lord, far too often?

 

For suddenly now here

I see what I never did see

Suffering beyond words

Yes, it overtakes me

 

Calvary is the culmination

Of the suffering You endure

Yet in Gethsemane I find

Darkest grief and love pure

 

Next to You I am, my Jesus

I want to take Your pain away

Yet You remind You came

That for my sin You could pay

 

If I can offer any comfort

If there is anything I can do

Lord, please let me help

Please let me comfort You

 

You look up at me

Through the pain You smile,

“Remember My anguish

When you suffer all the while”

 

Yes, I promise, my Lord

Your pain lies in my heart deep

A vision of Gethsemane

Always in my mind I shall keep

 

With joy, my Beloved

My cross I shall carry

If You call me to Gethsemane

Master, I shall never tarry

 

Your joy I always know

With You I unite in suffering too

Pouring of myself for God

Brings me nigh unto You

 

For in Gethsemane

The “Olive Press” by name

Even unto death, Your Will

And our Father’s the same

 

Pressed You were, Master

To exude precious oil

Anointed I am by God

Through Your own turmoil

 

It is my longing then

To live always for Your glory

Even if pressed like the olive

I shall proclaim Your story

 

Visit Gethsemane

Lord, I promise oft to do

Witnessing Your pain

All the more I love You

 

Sorrow upon sorrow

Pain upon pain

Beloved, You suffer so

That I should gain

 

You, my Savior sweet

Prostrate on the ground

Approaching death

For deepest grief You found

 

Tearful and trembling

Anguished in Gethsemane

My Master, my Beloved

You suffered all this for me

© 2012 Caroline Gavin
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  • Carole Simone

    Dearest Caroline,
    How you beautifully honor our Blessed Lord’s Agony in the Garden. How terrible was His Pain in the dark, fearful place. To think of all the sins of the world taken upon Himself and being all alone.
    Thank you, dear Caroline, for giving honor to His Agony in the Olive Garden!

    • http://PurposefulPathway.com/ Caroline Gavin

      Thank you so very much for this beautiful comment!
      Yes, how tremendous His agony…how vast His love!

      Christ – the King of Kings – humbled Himself  to the deepest and darkest of grief, pain and suffering. The more we know His pain,
      the more we feel His love for us.
      May we love Him all the more each moment of each passing day…
      and give ourselves to Him as He gave Himself to us.

      God bless you and your heart for Him always!

  • http://tomraines.wordpress.com/ Tom

    Beautiful! How often do we walk by that garden or sleep as the disciples did? LORD strengthen me and remind me to be faithful and to honor Your pain and Your gift! Blessings!

    • http://PurposefulPathway.com/ Caroline Gavin

      Amen! Yes, Lord Jesus, lead me to the Garden often…
      to honor Your pain, Your gift, Your love!
      May God’s blessings abound to you, cherished brother in Christ!