In the Garden of Gethsemane, amid the olive grove,
Jesus told His disciples,
“Sit here and pray that you may not be tempted.”
On that fateful night so long ago,
His heart was heavy,
Filled with anguish.
He fell facedown,
“Let this cup pass from Me,”
As Sweat from His forehead,
Like great drops of blood, fell to the ground.
On that fateful night so long ago
In the Garden of Gethsemane.
An angel, sent from His Father above,
Came to comfort and strengthen Him–
Filled with the ointment of love
“Abba, Father, not My will but thine be done.”
The time had come.
That same night, Judas betrayed Him
With a kiss upon His cheek;
Oh that fateful night so long ago
In the Garden of Gethsemane.
The solders came forcibly to take Him away.
Jesus replied, “These things are to be
Because I have came to fulfill
What the scriptures say about me.”
That fateful night so long ago
In the Garden of Gethsemane.
As He hung upon the cross
He prayed to His Father,
“Forgive them for they know not
What they are doing.”
I am paying the ultimate cost;
This day I lay down my life
To save the lost.
The die was cast;
It was noon when
Darkness fell across the sun.
“Why have you forsaken me?”
Our sins, that day, were nailed to the cross,
The time had come
When the clock struck three,
Jesus took His last breath.
Joseph of Arimathea,
Took His body down from the tree–
Wrapped and laid it in a tomb.
On the third day,
Jesus arose from the dead.
Death and the grave could not keep Him–
Just like the scripture of old had said.
Poem based on the events described in Matthew 26: 36-56
