Gethsemane

Gethsemane a place apart
Where Christ our Savior oft did pray
The solitude relieved His heart
All tired from a busy day.
And in the hallowed interview
Between Father and Son,
In love together each one knew
A hard earned victory was won.
Gethsemane a place apart
Where Jesus sat alone in thought.
And striving with sins’ subtle dart
A good fight ever by Him fought
The leaves sigh gently as His prayer
Ascends to God above.
The angels quickly meet him there
Surround Him with eternal love.
Gethsemane a place apart
Where all God’s saints must surely go,
When grief and sorrow tear the heart
The loneliness from death’s hard blow.
But strength is given if asked in prayer,
The sighs and tears are known.
And God with all a father’s care
Will never leave His saints alone.
But in the day of final things,
With palms denoting victory,
Will be the prophets, priests and kings
Who safely trod Gethsemane.
But in this day while sorrow reigns
Let saints all thankful be For
’tis in love the Father plans
To lead us through Gethsemane.