A garden made for peace,

For sleeping under humble fleece…

Yet that night

All fell from sight,

Every one held a guilty piece.

He knew abandonment

Was nearing and that’s how it went…

Nobody stayed

But all played

The roles while Christ’s life was spent.

Every one of us run

Fearful of god when He comes…

Walking and calling

Our nudity appalling,

Now clothed with the Righteous One.

Olives were crushed–so was He—

To pay for our sin debt freely…

There’s not we can do

But believe He got through

Dead and resurrected for thee!

–Jonathan Caswell

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