Gethsemane Poems

At Gethsemane

An unusual heaviness hung in the air.
  The wind didn’t stir, no single leaf fluttered.
       The dead weight of engulfing darkness pressed on.
     It was a fateful night, horrible and stark !

As a monument of misery, walked Jesus
      

At Gethsemane

An unusual heaviness hung in the air.
  The wind didn’t stir, no single leaf fluttered.
       The dead weight of engulfing darkness pressed on.
     It was a fateful night, horrible and stark !

As a monument of misery, walked Jesus
      

Gethsemane

Gethsemane,
And sweat like blood.
Disciples quite
Misunderstood.
Golgotha's cross,
Forsaken cry,
Misunderstood.
Why does he die?
In borrowed grave,
Cold death entombed.
Misunderstood —
Disciples' gloom.

Alive again!
Still disbelieved,
Misunderstood
By hearts deceived.
Misunderstood
Today? By you?
Know you not what
He came to do?

See Matthew chapter 26 and Mark chapter 14

Gethsemane

At the Mount of Olives, in a garden called Gethsemane
Jesus asked His friends, “Please, will you all stay here and pray with me?”
It was after supper and He knew His time would quickly come
So, He prayed for strength to do the things that He knew should be done.

He looked at His friends and found that

Gethsemane

In Gethsemane's embrace, where ancient olives dance,
A heart, heavy with fate, in the moon's silent trance.
A soul laden with grief, a chasm so vast,
As the world's weighty sins, upon him were cast.

The disciples, in slumber, knew not the strife,
The torment that twisted, the silent knife.
He lifted his eyes, to the stars above,
A plea for another

Gethsemane Experience

Like a pearl falling into the Pacific, he felt lost.
His human nature shrank and shattered like an autumn leaf.
Blood poured into sweat. Into his core, he was tempest-tossed.
Was he weak yet? Did he feel shaken by his strong belief?

Like cyclones shaking a banyan tree, dilemmas shook him.
The tug-of-war: to do or not to do, poked

Satanology 2 Satan and Christ

Eager Satan was to meet Christ, 
Refusing to leave until sliced 
And Jesus did with “Get Behind me!”
Satan might have asked “You mean: Me?”

And The Bible said “For a time”
He must have craved flights of that Time!
For Christ waiting at Gethsemane, 
His fooling around before Many…

Into Peter rushing and arming, 
A servant’s Waiting Ear harming

Wilderness

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 grass
divorced from life’s hard grind and heat
and there he’d sit

Gethsemane

After supper Jesus went out to pray
his friends kept watch some distance away.
     “Father, spare me this test,
     yet you know what is best.”
Well fed they did doze to Jesus' dismay.

“Could not you keep awake just one hour?
Beware lest you fall to the tempter's power.
  

Gethsemane

Grove of olive, silent witness,
to a scene of intense struggle,
in the soul of Christ our Savior,
crushed by grief and agony.

See the one who is Creator,
of the earth, of trees, and flowers.
Stripped of angels’ adoration,
lying prostrate on the ground.

Grove of olive, silent witness,
bow your branches, look, and listen.
Hear his cries of earnest pleading,
in that awful, dreaded

He's Still Hanging There

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 “to save a wretch like me”?
I wish so many of

Our Own Gethsemane

God painted this portrait of emerald and crimson
Soothing my soul with the brilliant and vivid
Colors of miracles caressing my heart and spirit
Breathing out whispers of sentiments that touch me
With a sense of faith in all that gives hope in this world

God graced the misty mountain morning with a touch
Of joy and inspiration that comes from

Not My Will But Thine Be Done

"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 foreign lands,
Heeding not the Father's voice:
"Child, thy life is in

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

Gethsemane In Every Breath

Gethsemane in Every Breath
by Michael R. Burch
 
Did heaven ever seem so far? 
Remember?we are as You were, 

but all our lives, from birth to death?
Gethsemane in every breath.
 
Originally published by First Things as "A Possible Argument for Mercy." Keywords/Tags: Gethsemane, Calvary, Crucifixion, Atonement, Suffering, Cross, Blood, Sweat, Tears, Death, Last Breath, Last Words,

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