My Sweet Lord

sweat off hand when to understand the twist of such a man in the garden you prayed to your father was it any wonder shelter left for shelter and falling under just to touch the hem on his garment the pitter patter of soft sandal feet there in intense pain with blood droplets never the less let your will be down thine kingdom come Jesus Christ died 2,000 years ago today on the cross for all the world to see what was his prayer what was his final plea father forgive them they know not what they do he said the prayer now the rest is up to you you had known us from the very beginning even onto this very day we close our eyes to pray shadows block the vortex of the myraid eye temples in hiding to do their bidding you know the very hairs on each of our heads gripping fragments of explanations