Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Gethsemane (Easter) #139
These heavy hearted tears I cry Roll down from water-colored eyes To streak my face and fall to mud A renaissance of martyr's blood Oh, take this cup of most Divine My Father, not my will but Thine Three times hence I've come to pray Please, Father take this cup away Three times hence as unto death Oh, Father make this my last breath Thy angel comes to counsel me To lift me from my bended knee But, yet I pray more earnest still Oh, Father show me, now, Thy will Divulge my agony turned blood As tears of sorrow onward flood Oh, Father let Our wills be One Yet, not my will but Thine be done. -Lighthouse Bob |
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Gethsemane (Easter) #139
Gethsemane (Easter) #139