Poem: And yet He did it
In the Garden of Gethsemane
He was loath to take the cup
And yet His eyes saw through the years
To me, so He took it up
His heart was wrought with dread and fear
Like any man would be
And yet, He vowed to pay the price
It cost to rescue me
The soldiers came, the disciples slept,
A kiss betrayed the truth
And yet, despite the road ahead,
He chose to see it through
A whip they laid upon His back
A crown of thorns, His head
And yet, a word He uttered not
His silence kept instead
They chose a ruthless man to free
Barabbas was their choice
And yet, a sinless man was killed
His sacrifice His voice
The nails, they pierced His hands and feet
The blood so freely flowed
And yet, He paid the price for me
A price He never owed.
They thought they’d found a way to quell
The teachings that He gave
And yet, the tomb could not contain
He rose up from the grave.
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