Written 30/3/18
 
You sweated blood for me, but I slept
My eyes were heavy and my heart, at rest
This was Your hour of anguish and torment
But my eyes were closed - did I failed the test?
 
You knelt and prayed, and still I slept
Uncaring, I left You all alone
Selfishly, I turned my face away
But You, Son of God and Holy One
Wept and pleaded, loved and yielded
For me…
 
Head bowed down, Servant and King
Waiting for the hour to pass
Then looking high, at Heaven’s bright stars
And torn by the ‘cup’ that You couldn’t deny
Oh Jesus - Friend – on me, you could not rely!
 
This Holy Hour - made for the fight
Light and dark, wrong and right
Innocent Truth-bearer shunned by all
Preparing to face the bitterest gall
 
Of lies and hate, slander and jeers
Inflicted on our Saviour, the Ancient of Days
Patiently waiting with Gethsemane’s tears
Life for life – Your Word we failed to hear
 
You washed our feet, Servant of all -
Dusty and broken, with cracked and torn skin
You prepared to love us on bended knee
To kiss our sin and then be nailed to a tree
 
You were made wretched, battered and bruised
Your journey on Earth now ended
The Just and Holy One slain for us all
Servant, now risen - our glorified King!
 
Thank You and praise You, our King.