Alone in Gethsemane
All his friends asleep
No one but the angels
can hear the savior weep
Even if they heard Him,
They would not understand.
The agony He's feeling
is beyond the thoughts of man.
The blood coming from his brow
soaks the dirty ground
Thinking of the wooden beam
That he is about to mound
His prayer brings no comfort,
His sorrows will increase.
He asks His Father's will be done.
His obedience does not cease.
The next friend that He meets,
has very little to say,
He brings along me armed with clubs,
who take the King away.
He's brought before the Sanhedrin.
Condemened for Blasphemy,
Nicodemus remains silent,
And doesn't make a plea.
To Pilate's court He's taken,
His body has grown tense.
As the crowd condemns Him,
No one rises to his defense.
Phillip and Peter boasted,
That they would follow Him to the end.
But the man who helps Him carry His cross,
Is a stranger, not a friend.
Alone He dies upon the tree,
The Father abandoning Him.
Alone He brings salvation,
Alone He saves the world from sin.
Christ died Alone on Calvary
Yet we shall never be lonely.
Even if all men abandon us,
Christ is a friend we can always trust.
This poem was written during a time of loneliness. I realized at this time that Christ was absolutely abandoned during His passion, and my times of temporary loneliness can unite me to Him.
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