Gethsemane
I bowed my knees proper
And lonely I drained the basin
My sweat beaded hastily
All stress endued by Satan
And the path broken; shattered
No return to the Eden before
Dimness of light on all corners
The perseverance higher; the intensity the storm
My tears as blood dripping
Sorrow in a cup running over
It is but chastening by my Lord
I am brittle; brushed asunder
The dawn of Calvary bled
Minutes, if not hours premature
For the anguish tethered my soul
To the heart did mercilessness incur
Battered by demons; rotted
A carcass no man would touch
I lunged to that cross; fallen
Into the hands of God I submitted my trust
And now glorify Thy Son
With the glory that was revealed
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