A black and white photo hangs on my wall
Of a place called Gethsemane
Where you prayed for us all
I remember the branches
The trunks gnarled and wide
In that garden you knelt
In anguish you cried
I can feel the deep sorrow
The love that you knew
The path you would walk
And the curse to subdue
Oh that moment in time
Held the weight of the world
What passed through your mind
As the master plan was unfurled?
I lean in to the photo
You carried the cost
For Joy set before you
You took up the cross
That Joy was each person
Who carries your name
You washed all our blame
Our sin and our shame
The olive branch lifted
Our peace and victory
The garden of sorrows
It’s name, Gethsemane
by Laurie A Stasi
7/2019
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