Gethsemane

Gethsemane

 

The cool of the garden that one last night

It was so very dark, with swiftly fading light

And we were called upon to watch with him

As the night grew darker, and sight so dim

We heard him pray, crying out in anguish

Sweating in his pain, almost feverish

And then we fell asleep, his loyal friends

The ones on whom he now depends

We heard him pray, to heed God's call

But we could not wait one hour at all

No one is ever told what might have been

But I still regret we slept unseen.