Tears of Gethsemane
Tears in the Garden of Gethsemane were in a downpour
They ran deep in the cracks of pain of a divine soul
There was an endurance of a struggle to repress the world’s evils
An anguish that could not edify Jesus' slumbering disciples
The passing of that grief was beyond what scripture could show
The rain hanged in the clouds to let Jesus’ tears flow
Dripping from his eyes and drenching his white robe
The lord absorbed humanity’s inflictions with every heartthrob
The life that was breathed into the Garden of Eden
Jesus held its breath to give us a new life in Gethsemane
An immolation of divinity no prophet could amply inscribe
A supplication beyond any prayer that the saved can imbibe
It is the longest time a man has ever beseeched and knelt
The most hits the world’s spines of sin can ever pelt
The heaviest burden a single man has ever felt
Agape flooded Gethsemane when God's tears spilt
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