PERSONAL GETHSEMANE

 

In His Majesty and Power by Simon Dewey

I wondered why You were absent

When I most needed Thee;

I felt so alone in my suffering,

Yet You promised You’d be with us in everything.

 

I thought I was in my own Garden of Gethsemane,

Until I saw Your footprints

And Your drops of blood

That eluded me.

 

I looked around and I understood

You knew every tree,

Every shrub, even every blade

Of grass in Your vicinity.

I was in Your garden, not mine,

 that beckoned me.

 

I realised You were there still

Praying for my weak soul to come to Thee.

I will come, I will honour Thee;

Let me first sit under this tree a while

To reflect upon Your suffering.

-      Cathryne Allen

TO BE LIKE HIM

 

Divine Faith by Greg Collins

In the beginning,

When the worlds came to be

I created everything needful

For you to become like Me.

 

I planned, I considered,

I knew each of you separately,

And I hoped against hope

You would want to become like Me.

 

Now I hear each plea

And answer it carefully,

Leading you gently to

Your own Gethsemane,

To become like Me.

 

-       Cathryne Allen