Sorrow
What it must have been for you the day you prayed in the garden.
So burdened and alone knowing that no one else could atone.
A time coming that would disappoint you like no other.
To be betrayed by a brother a pain he would suffer.
Your soul overwhelmed to the point of death.
You prayed to the father to take the cup.
To know that you would not see His face a pain you would embrace.
Leaving the ninety-nine to save the one lost.
Your will be done is what you uttered words spoken from no other.
















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