Gethsemane

There were much agony and tears Painful words entered my ears Sorrow filled my troubled soul Yet I knew this was no time to fold I took three disciples to watch with me, but they could not; sleep got the best of them Sweat poured from me like drops of blood I felt the gloom, but never void of My Father's love "Father!", I cried. "Please remove this cup so bitter?" But my Father made me a gallant fighter, not a quitter I knew that this cup was filled with the sentence of death Its contents meant a brief separation between me and my Father So I persisted, "Is there any possibility that I don't drink this cup? Three times I asked, and three times, my Father said, "No". Finally, with love for mankind, I surrendered to my Father's will. My closest friends forsook me, for fear that they too would be killed. With My Father's love, I drank the bitter cup designed only for me. With my Father's love, I drank it for her, him, them, and for you. 04052017 PS; Poem Written in April(Not for Contest), Laura Loo I felt God's love embracing me as I wrote this. I pray you also will experience such overwhelming love as you read it.