Gethsemane Songtext
von Jon Guerra

Gethsemane
Garden of Grief
Where Jesus cries
Where Peter sleeps
And fails to pray
With constancy
Gethsemane
Garden of grief

My soul it chokes
On pain and grief
Father, come take
This cup from me
But do not let
Our wills compete
If I must drink
Then let it be


Can′t you keep watch
One hour at least?
Look out and pray
The devil prowls
And seeks your soul
Yet I will keep
You where no hell
Or harm can reach

The hour has come
Rise up at once
Fear not this death
Fear God, not men
For this I came
For I so loved
The world can't take
What I give up

I′m held by men
I would have held
Blindfolded, beaten and questioned
The son of man, the son of God
Is seated now at God's right hand

Humility until you die
This is the drink of love divine
To you, it's blood
To me, it′s wine
Gethsemane
Garden of light