GARDEN OF SORROW

I come oh Lord to be with Thee
in this garden of sorrow, Gethsemane,
My heart all weighted by worries and cares
wants to comfort You Jesus, Your destiny share.

Abandoned, alone, You kneel to plea
for the ones who’s sins You will set free,
I come close beside You, put my hand in Yours
sadly watch as the blood drips as sweat from Your pores.

A river of mercy for one and for all
shed for all men, the great and the small,
my own cares forgotten, by the truth that I see
that You would suffer such pain, for a sinner like me.

Whenever my cares seem, as mountains so high
I go to the mountain, to understand why,
He suffered so greatly, His example to spread
to show how He loves us, He died in our stead.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Jan. 21, 1998