I can't remember the circumstances around all the poems I used to write, and this is one of them. I must have been reading about Jesus' crucifixion.
Gethsemane
Follow me into Gethsemane,
Follow me into the dark;
Linger in prayer
I'm waiting there,
And my strength to you I'll impart.
Do not fear to enter Gethsemane.
Remember I've been there before.
Over you sin
I'll help you win
If mercy from the Father you implore.
Go with Me to dark Gethsemane;
Linger with me there in prayer.
Watch for an hour
Gain strength and power;
Be relieved of your burdens and care.
You must have the experience of Gethsemane.
You must feel as I felt there–alone;
But do travail
You will prevail
And soon from this world you'll have flown.
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Even so come, Lord Jesus
Linda
(I just realized that I had typed fell instead of feel, so I changed it)[This message has been edited by Linda Sutton (edited October 01, 2000).]