The Passover and the Garden of Gethsemane

The Manifestation of the Passover

“Spirit, tis His final day

Before a fearsome death He face.

It is the night of Passover,

When lamb’s blood flows for Human Race.

In the Upper Room they sit

Around a table laden light.

And in the midst of morsels small,

Is bread, unleavened, and wine, bright.

Slow, He passes the provisions ‘round,

Thoughtful in what He does.

He prays and tears the bread in half –

Seriously, because,

“This, My Body broken for you;

In Remembrance of Me do.”

Next, He lifts the wine in hand,

And blesses then the cup.

“This is My blood – poured out for thee –

In like Remembrance sup.

Behold, this is My Covenant new;

With My life it will be paid.

By greedy intent of a loved one

I Am tonight betrayed!”

Though you argue vehemently,

You shall from Me all flee

When guards come to seize the Son

And lead Him up Calvary.”

The Garden of Gethsemane

“His last moments are on bended knee

In the Garden of Gethsemane.

He prays that Death’s bitter cup

Might be removed – what will I say?

Alas, this is the Only Way –

My Son! You know this as You pray.

Be of courage; be of peace.

Life darkens with the hour.

Adam’s fate rests solely on You;

You upon My Will’s power.

This is My Will; this is Our Will:

Beloved Adam cannot be lost.

Love yearns for My People’s souls

Regardless of the cost.

“For a time, crowds gathered ‘round,

But too soon they turned away;

Those who loved, and especially they

who sought advantage and powerful sway.

Scribes provoke the people loudly cry:

“Free Barabbas; Jesus crucify!”

He is innocent of all they accuse,

But the governor is afraid he’ll lose

His position and life to bitter men.

With a guilty rinse of his hands,

In Roman authority he stands,

And delivers My Son to be beaten.