A Meditation on Christ's Passion
If I could spend my night with Thee,
Oh, how happy I would be.
I'd be with Thee, in Gethsemane.
I'd dry your tears, share all your fears,
Praying and watching, watching and praying,
But not sleeping, in Gethsemane.
I'd meditate, contemplate, fix my gaze on Thee.
I'd watch and pray, pray and watch, in Gethsemane.
I saw you sweat droplets of blood. Oh, what agony.
I don't know what to do. What should I do?
I'd cry, too, because I caused your pain.
It's because of me you are in Gethsemane.
Stop! Leave him alone! He's the Master.
Don't touch him! Wait! Stay! Don't go away!
He belongs here. Take me instead, in Gethsemane.
The waiting is over, the trial begins.
It's because of my sins He's beaten, He's hung, He's dead!
Wait! He's alive! He's not in Gethsemane.
When He said "It is finished." He meant just that.
He was returning to Heaven to sit where He once sat.
He said "Follow Me, do what I ask." Heaven is awaiting.
So please complete your tasks.
humbly submitted by Emmy Tioran ©