In the Garden of Gethsemane

I had a dream, I was in Gethsemane
And soon to witness the Lord in agony
I stood behind a tree in the foreground nearby
As He came through a wicket gate close at my right.
He asked Peter, James and John to pray
Then passed to the other side away
He knelt and prayed that the cup would pass from Him
Nevertheless, He would do all what was grim.

Why did He suffer? Why did He plead His case?
As He prayed great tears streamed down His face.
I was so moved at the sight, I wept also
Out of pure compassion for His great sorrow.
My whole heart went out to Him. What love I felt!
I longed for Him as I longed for nothing else.
Then He arose and found the Apostles asleep.
He gently shook them and asked them to watch keep.

He returned to His place and He prayed again.
Then to the Apostles- and He awoke them
To admonish...And then He prayed as before.
Three times this happened- I knew His face and form.
He of noble stature and majestic mien.
He was lowly as a child, Our Lord was meek.
And, I was familiar with His appearance.
Then, all at once, I saw a new circumstance...

The scenery changed, Jesus was to my left.
He soon to ascend, I grabbed His knees and begged.
He stooped and raised me up so we could embrace.
His bosom was warm, I gazed unto His face.
He said, "The Apostles work was done for them.
You must stay and finish yours." I clung to Him.
"Promise me, that I will come to you," I tried.
He smiled sweetly and tenderly, and replied-
"That will depend entirely upon yourself."
I awoke, a sob was in my throat- and, I was all by myself.


March Ensign, 2008 Elder Holland,
The Atonement of Jesus Christ