Oh,
Darkest Hours -- Gethsemane
Oh, darkest
hour it must have been
when at
Gethsemane
Our
precious Lord knelt down to pray
for such as
you and me.
A grievous
hour made darker still
when
friends fell fast asleep;
Weak flesh
made it impossible
their
promises to keep.
What
wonderment it might have caused
to Peter,
James, and John
When Jesus
sweat great drops of blood,
but they
just slumbered on.
Thus an
angel came to comfort Him
as He took
the bitter cup,
Accepting
there His Father's will
that He be
lifted up.
Oh, darkest
hour it must have been;
how
tempting to delay
The Judas
who would come to kiss
the Master
he betrayed.
-- Thelma
Greutman
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