By Kathryn Taylor
In the dark of night, alone Christ wept
In a secluded place, where He had crept-
Crouched on His knees to God He prayed
And poured from His heart what deep laid-
In pain so great, with blooded brow,
He questioned how else could He endow-
He besought His Father in prayer and weeping
While His closest friends lay nearby sleeping-
What was it like to be misunderstood,
To be seen as evil, when He only meant good?
Can you imagine being betrayed
By the best of friends whose thoughts were swayed?
On this darkest of nights with labored breath
His sorrow had brought Him to the point of death-
He faced it alone, though not by choice-
All He had left was God's still voice.
Have you ever been there,
Where in hopelessness your heart lays bare,
A place of ultimate adversity,
That place which they called Gethsemane?
Christ was alone, but you will never be
He died so that we all could be free-
No matter how friends may let you down
Don't ever forget that thorny crown-
Or that narrow path where He led the way
And upon that cross for you He paid
The ultimate price, no other would do
He did it for me; He did it for you-
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