Best Gethsemane Poems

The Garden of Gethsemane

While Jesus was on earth, all creation felt His presence
and for a short interval of time, it breathed a sigh of relief, 
for the Creator of Heaven and Earth had come into its view
and for Him to impart of His perfect peace.

But...

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I lift my eyes, as I have done so many 
                                times, to enjoy...

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Over the 2000 year period since the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ, thousands of people have toured the 'Holy Sights' in Jerusalem and The Holy Land. One of those sights is a garden known as Gethsemane at the foot of or near the...

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2009 year old olive tree
There in the garden of Gethsemane
Close by him did you hear him pray
As sweat drops of blood
Poured down his loving face

Did you feel the torches
As the soldiers entered the place
Did you feel the kiss of Judas Iscariot
Placed upon his tear stained...

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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...

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Gethsemane was a garden where my Master prayed alone. 
Deep distress He was in. His crucifixion wouldn't be long. 

As in the garden, I'm in distress. I'm lonely without my wife. 
People blown, slashed, tortured I see. I'll never be alright. 

Dear love, I write...

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Natural serenity prevailed in the garden
That evening,
A warm light breeze blew
Interweaved with the sounds of
Crickets
Chirping their shrilled symphony,
And occasionally interrupted by
The haunting cries of wild peacock.

Bathed in pale moonlight
Stood a man 
Dressed in a simple cloth robe
Wiping beads of sweat
And blood
From his brow.

Peering at the...

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Father, My Father the hour is come,
My weary heart feels the brewing storm,
Rome's Calvary to Me they hasten,
In Thy presence I kneel chastened.

Take Thy goblet from Me I pray,
Veer me away from the devil's way,
Hide Me within Thy towering pavilions,
Away from Caesar's bloodthirsty minions.

But not...

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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...

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God is waiting to meet us in a garden called Gethsemane

Essential to our relationship with God is spending time with Him

There will always be a 'battle royal of temptations' to avoid this place

Human-defined happiness and personal fulfillment cannot be found here

Serenity to God's will is...

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The blood spilled on the often fluid ground
and marked the place where young men ceased to be.
Until a time when birdsong fills the air
and crimson flags demand “Look, this is me”.
I am the souls of young men everywhere
anointed by the tears of loves and family.
Avail...

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In the Garden of Gethsemane do I retreat 
To counter the passions of the night 
With the Passion of Christ
I open the gate to the garden
I see my Savior waiting on the bench
We meet each others eyes
I kneel down and pray with Him in Silence
And...

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"Not my will, but thine be done".
Though his mortal flesh was weak,
Yet these words God's only Son
In his darkest hour did speak.
True obedience demands
That we oft repeat this prayer -
Doing all the Lord commands,
Giving him our every care.

Like the prodigal, my choice
Is to fly to...

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Pt I: The Pilgrims
1991

he’d pick ‘his’ path up as it fell
between the dunes toward the wood
and as the trees knew him so well
they’d all bow down right where he stood
and every day with time to pass
he’d walk and find his secret seat
surrounded by the marram...

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Sonnet VI (HE’s Still Hanging There)


HE’s still hanging there (figuratively)
After being judged, mocked, crowned with thorns, scourged;
Then crucified for the sins of the world.
HE’s still on that cross (figuratively).
An endless sacrifice for all mankind – 
How much blood was sweat in Gethsemane,
As the song says...

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