My disciples are with me, eleven,
> told eight sit and watch, and proceed stepping with three brethren!
> Steadily, we move in Gethsemane,
> let it be known the 3 are Peter and the 2 sons of Zebedee!
> Just for knowledge of stuff,
this is a place where olives are crushed,
> is that not symbolic or what?
> I'm set to be put to death, I'm loyal,
> trust solid, to be just like fresh olives are pressed to oil!
> Surely you can stand here in patience,
> the same guys who saw me in my glory at the transfiguration!
> My heart it feels exceedingly sorrowful,
> Your wrath on man's behalf interceding is horrible!
> My soul's so intense,
> close to death, keep watch as I depart a stone throw's distance!
> My heart aches, Father, Your Son'll meet your sentence,
> I'm prostrate, posture of complete dependence!
> My enduring is important,
> cuz I who knows no sin will be sin for them!
> It makes me gasp, I'm set to face your wrath,
> against the future, present and the generations past!
> So I state and ask
> Father if there's any other means
possible this cup could You make it pass?
> I will be hung as filthy dung,
> but still not my will but thy will be done!
> Friends, there are foes in
> our community opposing, this is not an opportunity for dozing!
> I know your tired but let me finish,
> could you not bear with me for 60 minutes!
> Clearly fulfilling the rest you seek,
> I know the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak!
> Men will appear and get hostile, for sharing the gospel,
> beware temptation, be prayerful and watchful!
> Ease my mind as I feel ruined,
> thus by design to reveal to men, I'm divine yet a real human!
> Oh the pain and the agony I'm covered up in red sweat,
> I haven't even suffered unto death yet!
> But this red sweat, is blood just to express,
> what's bugging my chest, yet still cover my head's stress!
> I'm headed towards a bleak trail,
> a cross with three nails, after the followed course of betrayal!
> No one stands with me, all abandon me,
> inwardly I wrestle, but still plan to be!
> The sin redeeming vessel, for humanity,
> it's settled, the sacrificial lamb is me!
> I'll undergo abduction, death, no corruption,
> yet it's the path You laid for me like road construction!
> You reign You devised it, therefore I rise with,
> the joy set before me but the shame to despise it!
> This beautiful cup of atonement,
> my whole life's been leading me up to this moment!
> Quench Your guiltless Son,
> I pray, if there's no other way, I'll drink, Your will be done!
> I languish this anguish I'm under,
> to come to the sons of thunder to
find their body language in slumber!
> My amount of grief, not an ounce of sleep,
> and here I find my disciples are counting sheep!
> I shared the caution, they should've kept,
> but they slept,
like they're narcoleptic while I'm bereft near exhaustion!
> Why bother, no need for confrontation,
> back to my Father to plead in supplication!
> Abba, Father, I'm faint and I'm weak,
> I'm stressed, acquainted with grief!
> Unrest, fatigued, and feeling groggy,
> the worst man can do is have a blood
spilling party, and just kill the body!
> So that's not my life's intimidation,
> but God who destroys body and soul in righteous indignation!
> Embarking on this ministry, the pardon of Your enemies,
> is getting to me here in this garden of Gethsamane!
> I'll weather your judgement's power,
> for such a task I've come I won't ask u deliver me from this hour!
> So my body for their debt is the asking price,
> cuz to obey is better than sacrifice!
> Glorify your name, as I'm called to die and blame,
> no shame as I'm glorified the same!
> After claiming the life I've surrendered,
> the price to spend to bend men the
other way like they're hyperextended!
> Forget the mood I feel, to You I yield,
> my body for I have come to do Your will!
> For this reason, I'm gonna face a seizing,
> by heathen and substitute man's place for treason!
> I won't cower afraid nor becoming unsettled,
> for now I'm betrayed by the one with the devil!