“Saying, Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done” Luke 22:42
As we count down the days until Easter Sunday, I remembered this poem that I wrote about three years ago.
In the stillness of the garden Jesus knelt to pray,
Knowing that His life would change before the break of day.
Not far away beneath a tree, the disciples fell asleep.
Forgetting that their Master had asked them watch to keep.
No doubt a million angels hovered over their kneeling Lord.
Wishing they could interfere and lift His heavy load.
“Father, if it be Thy will, let this cup pass from Me”.
But as the words fell from His lips, He knew it was not to be.
“Not my will but Thine be done,” He counted all but loss.
And the surrender in the garden, would bring the peace upon the cross.
As the priests and soldiers came, He surrendered without a fight;
Went with them willingly into the long, dark night.
Why did He bear His heavy cross, lay His life so freely down;
Surrender to the jeering crowd, and wear the thorny crown?
It was His love for all mankind that held Him on that tree.
And because of His sacrifice, we can now be free.
Prayer: Thank you Jesus, for your great sacrifice that we might have life.
Devotion by Anne Johnston
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