Gethsemane

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What was the agony of Gethsemane?
The Son of God sweating blood.
What was the pain he felt deep within
Which tore at every fibre of his being?
Men and women face death each day,
Afraid of the transitory suffering
of the journey to the unknown.
But he knew his destination and purpose.
The joy set before him,
The sure hope which he would cling to
...through the blackness and torture
and the last enemy’s last stand...
contained in the lonely cry
‘Your will, not mine…’