The Garden Pressed

“I thank You Lord, for the Garden;

I thank You for the press.

I thank for Your Body,

When all the others left.

I thank you for the Blood.

Drops of fear shed

One by one.

I thank You for Your staying,

When the others chose to run.

I thank You for Your Love,

Reaching out, finding me.

Redeeming from the curse,

Your Sacrifice set me free!”

“Then Jesus came with them to a place called Gethsemane…sit here while I go over there to pray…He began to be sorrowful and deeply distressed…”My soul is swallowed up in sorrow – to the point of death…He fell facedown and prayed.” Matthew 26:36-39 HCSB

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 Photos captured in Jerusalem

Poem by denisebalog