The Garden

[aeglyn]

The Garden

 

While His friends slept on their watch

One lonely calm, eventful night

He knelt in prayer for none too few

To drink the bitter dregs come due

To save us from our dying plight.

 

To Father, pled this perfect Son,

For all our sakes above His own

In trembling awe He raised the flask

And willingly performed the task

A weight so great caused Him to groan.

 

From every pore He bled our pain

For us, His brothers, sisters love

That we, through Him, are then made free

From death and hell’s eternal fee

To Eden’s promised path above.

 

Remember noble Brother’s deed

Beyond all the mind conceives

If we but remember Him

Say a prayer or sing a hymn

And honor Him whom we believe.

 

Aeglyn Mar’2016