HIS GETHSEMANE
copyright 2011 Jenna Sorenson/the arts express’d

…Petals falling from a red rose into mud
Were those bright red droops of blood…
Miserable, Unbearable, Cruel-Hearted Agony
Her talons dug with such an art.
Yet, not once was heard, “Why me?”…
…Not my will but yours be done!….

To think this was but the beginning of the agony He would suffer for me is more than I can or will ever fully comprehend. So on this day, I remember what my Savior, Jesus Christ, did for me. As King, He lowered himself lower than any earthly servant…why should I do less? I pray for boldness to share the Gospel and humility to serve my friends and neighbors the way my Savior has done for me.
In Jesus name, Amen!