Gethsemane Garden

Glimpses of light in garden dark, Embrace soul grief in doubt and fear; Truth in full sight as turmoil sparks, Heaven seems brief as hate draws near; Son of Man prays that love draws close, Entrust soul frame to death's domain; Mind that hard way where pride plays host, Attest meek name to message plain; Now evil comes to slay the flesh, Echoes of Hell keep matters harsh. Gain welcomes sum in silver trash, Alive to tell vile slander's brush; Rush of blood drops in painful sweat, Deep prayer grips this sacred heart; Etch without stop true sorrow's threat, Now forlorn trip in mindful part. Christ knows sad truth in garden scene, Horde now invades with rowdy fuss; Rouse sleep with proof rough soldiers seen. In certain trade a kiss prompts buzz; See Jesus bound and led away, Tell twisted lies to keep your face. Pride lays the ground for makeshift play, Rest betrayed ties for hollow pace; Apt Judas feels his shameful sin, Yields guilty heart to put things right; Ends with a kill as suicide wins, Ripe windy start to horror's plight. Leon Enriquez 01 April 2018 Singapore