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Gethsemane
In that garden the saviour cried Twas tears of blood he sweat The lonely night before he died Yet though the cup was overflowing Though he longed to pass it on He knew the cup must be drunk Night must pass before the dawn So in that agony he accepted What no mortal ever could He yielded to his fathers will Just because he knew he should Not sparing a moments thought Or thinking of the pain Intent on carrying out a plan That to all the world was gain!! ~ Judy Doyle ~
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