In Gethsemani’s garden

where olive trees abound,

I walked into a night

of deep darkness all around.

It was time again to pray

to my Father in Heaven above,

Please take away this cup

if me you really love.

But it was oh, so still

in the silence of the night,

my cry was purple pain

lost amid the luscious leaves.

Once again I called out loud

to the Alpha and Omega,

but all that echoed back

was a quiet so complete.

This was my private grief

tossed about in solid forms,

illness, fear, anxiety

had struck me to the ground.

Then as my weeping eyes

looked up for some relief,

I seemed to hear Christ call

with a voice that was so deep.

I thirst for souls he said,

Will you walk along with me?

How could I say no

to a climb up Calvary!

As the blackness of the night

gave way to rosy dawn,

the pulse of pain flew wild

to a love so new and free.