"My soul cries with a great groaning
remain with me
least my spirit fails me."
And he wept
for all he should endure
the pain was sure
the tears carried purity
the act carried pain
but still he laid on his face
and gather bravery to himself
and he prayed:
"Not my will!
your will be done!"
In his distress tears dried up
gave way to blood
and he bled a river
so we could be washed cleaned.
His Beloved Son.
But some were weak
and he found them asleep:
"Pray!"
"Do not stop
be strong in the face of temptation -
Father your will be done!
Wake up and see,
the hour is at hand."
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