In the Garden of Gethsemane
My Lord did humbly bend the knee
Praying all night for the world at large
And wrestling with His mighty charge

Yet as His disciples prayed to God
Their weary heads began to nod
And soon drifted off to sleep
Jesus alone; they slumbered deep

In the morn He woke them saying
"Why sound asleep; you should be praying"
They had no answer for their Lord
As soliders came they slashed with sword

Severed ear fell to ground
Which Jesus replaced without a sound
He was led away in captivity
But they did not know it was His destiny

Pilate succumbed to the crowds demands
To the cross they nailed His healing hands
"Forgive them, they know not what they do"
He pleaded to God for me and you

"It is finished," He said with final breath
And the Devil rejoiced at His death
His followers mourned for Him aloud
Yet on the 3rd day He threw off His shroud

For He came to seek and save what was lost
Bringing light to a world at great cost
He freely bore the sin of every man
Securing once and for all Salvation's Plan