Gethsemane

The ground beneath My knees is hard,
And My soul is filled with care;
I have come before My Father,
My soul before Him to lay bare.

 My life will soon be ending,
As I am tortured and crucified;
Fear will grip me so tightly,
If, on my Father's strength, I don't rely.

Father sent forth an angel,
To give Me His strength and power;
So on this day of betrayal,
I can face the torturous hour.

I've always known I was born to die,
To save all those We love;
But first I must get past the rejection,
Before returning to My Father above.

I cry out to My Father,
As drops of sweat like blood fall;
But all My suffering and pain,
Will bring redemption for all.

  

I will rise again in three days,
I will conquer death;
Then those who claim Me as Savior,
Will have Me with them in every breath.

              
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