Then He said to them, “My soul is very sorrowful, even to death; remain here, and watch with Me. And going a little farther He fell on His face and prayed, saying, “My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from Me; nevertheless, not as I will but as You will. Matthew 26:38-39
He knows the garden where sorrow lives and friends fail.
The place where God is searched for bent and broken.
A place of surrender.
The night envelops warm, jasmine scents the air.
Burdened heart seeks solace, “Stay with Me”.
He falls on His face, desperate for God.
“Please not this – isn’t there another way?”
He’s in the garden – the garden we know.
Desperate for a sign.
“Please heal me.”
“Restore my marriage.”
“Save my house.”
“Let there be another way.”
He experienced the place where heavy vines of sorrow grow.
He knows the desperation.
Death and resurrection.
And I will bring My people Israel back from exile. They will rebuild the ruined cities and live in them. They will plant vineyards and drink their wine; they will make gardens and eat their fruit. Amos 9:14
Christ redeemed our garden fall.
Love lifts sorrow, catches every tear.
There’s nothing He can’t redeem, renew.
He makes all things new.
He upholds with His righteous right Hand.
The Lord, my God fights for me, I need only to be still.
He promises to wipe every tear, turn sorrow to dancing.
Water to wine.
Bind the brokenhearted.
Comfort all who mourn.
The night drags long but morning always comes.
A garment of praise.
Beauty for ashes.
I need not fear, the Lord is with me.
He never leaves or forsakes me.
In the dark of the garden He is there.