On That Fabled Rock of The Agony

Thought Random

 
And in the Church of Gethsemane
Down the Mount of Olives, Jerusalem
I found my anima arrested by
An awareness of the untold pain
My Lord and King was weathering
As He offered the Father His cup
On that fabled Rock of the Agony
On that fabled Rock of the Agony

I felt it drench my deepest fibers
The quiet and somber atmosphere
The air of sorrowful reverence pervading
Enhanced by the subdued natural light
Filtered by purple tainted windows
Reflecting my Savior's anguished prayer
For the wretched being that was me
For the wretched being that was me

Thus I knelt with my eyes up the altar
Then down in tearful attrition and remorse
As I allowed the now strange feeling come
Inexplicably swathe my soul in comfort
Was it His hand taking me back His lost one
Giving me a kind chance at renewal
Gethsemane, my gate back to my God
Gethsemane, my gate back to my God

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