As I sit here now with pen in hand
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and ponder what to write
I wish that I could understand
how dark it was that night.
The night when Jesus gave up His will
is the night of which I speak
When He decided to drink His fill
of the cup which was ours to drink.
The agony of what laid ahead
was almost too much to bear
The soul inside Him stood and said,
"Please don't take me there."
Though spirit was willing, flesh was weak
the soul caught in between
He sweat blood from the havoc wreaked
pleading with the unseen.
Having already emptied Himself
and taken the form of man
He was reminded of the joy and wealth
the reward of the Godhead's plan.
But so much more went on inside
than we could ever know
The price He paid for us, His Bride
the cross, all He could show.
The struggle between the soul and spirit
two opposing wills
The Father's voice, the Son could hear it
His a voice that stills.
This calming voice we, too, hear
when struggling within
It may not come too quickly near
but you can trust in Him.
To understand His darkest night
might help us just a little
To better understand His plight
of which we're in the middle.
You have a Lord who knows what it is
to struggle with His God
Our experience is no different then His
our pathway He has trod.
So we shall follow His example
in dealing with the cross
Always know His grace is ample
His gain is worth our loss.