HE KNEW—IN THE GARDEN!

A garden made for peace,

For sleeping under humble fleece…

Yet that night

All fell from sight,

Every one held a guilty piece.

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He knew abandonment

Was nearing and that’s how it went…

Nobody stayed

But all played

The roles while Christ’s life was spent.

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Every one of us run

Fearful of god when He comes…

Walking and calling

Our nudity appalling,

Now clothed with the Righteous One.

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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