Lady REDEEMED

We all know about good Friday, the day that Jesus died,

Or on Thursday when with towel in hand, He put away His pride.

We remember how He broke the bread, and showed us sweeter wine,

As He gave us a new covenant, with communion as its sign.

But scarcely do we care to think of the garden where He prayed,

Where in agony He wrestled with the price that He would pay.

There had to be Gethsemane, that place where blood He sweat,

Unattended by friends of flesh, who in the garden slept.

In His torment He would cry “Father…let this cup pass from me”,

But the cup had to be drained in full, if we were to be free.

He bore the weight of the whole world’s pain, in those hours filled with tears.

And in power as He wept, He overcame our fears.

It was for me he suffered, on the cross, but e’en before,

As he lifted prayer to Heaven, drowning out the demons’ roars.

How I wish I’d been there with Him, so He wouldn’t be alone.

In those hours he spent weeping that my heart might have a home.

Good Friday is important, when the Savior gave His life,

But the sacrifice of Thursday night should never pass us by.

It was in Gethsemane that he showed us how to fight,

Though we’ll never have to face such a holy sacrifice.

Gethsemane was for the prayers that God refused to grant,

Promising that one day soon, we’ll come to understand.

Gethsemane was for the hopeless, the lonely, and misunderstood,

For if anyone could understand, surely Jesus would.

For cancer, disability, and tragedy it was…

With the steadfast hope that Jesus has already overcome.

With gratitude I see it now, and weeping as I see,

So that we can face tomorrow, Jesus bore Gethsemane.