A garden should be pleasant
Peaceful, a place to be refreshed
But for Jesus, it was dreadful
As all of our pains and needs on Him were pressed
The Savior came willingly
Knowing the pain would be horrific
That the bitter cup was for His emptying
Yet as the only perfect lamb, alone All. He could not pick
Prayerfully, He did drink
It was vile so bitterly laden
It absorbed His soul, He would to shrink
He fell on His face, so overwhelmed, then
Every vicious battle of good and evil
Every painful battle of the suffering heart
Transferred to Him, fully, wholly, ALL people
It pressed, His sweat was bloody, and oooh, this was just the start
His friends, the arrest, the mock filled trial
Knowing well... us, He could expect nothing worse
The worst n us, in truth, is vile
The wounded wounding, He let these things run their course
Then, stripped, exposed each flogging strike tore
He held the gripping pain in, from each impact
With our stripes He was taunted yet more
And suffered it for each thankless soul there, too, in fact
As constant reminder, the cross on His wounds
Re inflicted pain and then He was nailed to it
He couldn't catch His breath, nerves tore at every pound
Still, perfect lamb perfectly knew us and was compassionate
Then stark reality came, worse than the weight of sin
As while our transferred debt upon redisplayed
He no longer could feel His Father was with Him
Jesus as us, pled, as He hung, Abba! Then.... then... the debt was paid
The perfect lamb was sacrificed
Blood and water from Him poured
As the spear pierced and verified
He is our Savior, ever more






















































































































































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