Crucifixion: III. The Garden of Tears

A Poem By Kyleigh // 5/1/2012

In the garden, His soul is sorrowful to death.
Bloody tears and sweat mingled with every breath.
He falls on His face and beseeches the Father,
Asking that the cup might go no farther.

My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will but as You will.

That night, Peter, James, and John He brought,
Instead of temptation, it was sleep they fought.
The spirit was willing yet the flesh was weak – so unlike Him who prayed.
And as He finishes – into the hands of sinners, the Son of Man is betrayed.

Judas comes and kisses His master
Fulfillment is coming faster and faster.
Else Jesus would appeal to His Father,
And legions of angels would save from what He saw there.

Judas, would you betray the Son of Man with a kiss?

“Do you not think that I cannot appeal to my Father, and He will at once send me more than twelve legions of angels? But how then should the Scriptures be fulfilled, that it must be so? …but all this has taken place that the Scriptures of the prophets might be fulfilled. But this is your hour, and the power of darkness.” Then All the Disciples left Him and fled.

Before the High Priest Jesus stood
They told Him to answer if He could
Testimonies were given by disagreeing men,
But He was unblemished, they could not condemn.

And Jesus made no answer, silent He remained,
He knew it was the Father’s will the perfect lamb be maimed.
But when He spoke, they called it blasphemy,
And condemned Him to a death which all would surely see.

He was oppressed, and he was afflicted,
yet he opened not his mouth;
like a lamb that is led to the slaughter,
and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent,
so he opened not his mouth. {thus spake Isaiah}

But he remained silent and made no answer. Again the high priest asked him, “Are you the Christ, the Son of the Blessed?” And Jesus said, “I am, and you will see the Son of Man seated at the right hand of Power, and coming with the clouds of heaven.”

Comments

I enjoy your poetry, and your

I enjoy your poetry, and your gift of putting words just at the right place. :)

~ Megan

Lucy Anne | Tue, 05/01/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Another great installment.

Another great installment. Thank you.

Anna | Thu, 05/03/2012

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

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