Went to the garden

with three of his own;

wanted their strength,

his misery hath grown.


Fell on his face,

“Father, if it be possible,

let this pass from me;”

was so alone in God’s grace

agony had gripped this sacred plea


Returned to find the three asleep,

“Can you not watch with me?”

Is this vigil so hard to keep?

Then leaves the three.


“Father, I drink it, thy will be done.”

The three still slept; he was alone.


He prayed for forgiveness not strife;

and walked into pain.

He prayed for strength in his short life,

but walked into death with nothing to gain.


In three days, he rose.

defeating all deaths.

And as everyone knows,

it’s God’s gifts He bequeaths.


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