It must have been lonely

For Christ to realize

No help was coming

His way, and no relief.

He was in this alone,

And felt at times God

Had even abandoned Him.

The weight upon His shoulders

Of the whole world’s  plight

Was hard for Him to bear.

So He went to prepare His soul

In the Garden of Gethsemane.

He prayed so hard that

Drops of blood fell from His

Forehead.

He yearned for someone

To sit with Him

As He faced the thought

Of his own death and

The pain He would endure

At the hands of people

He did not know.

Yet no one came

To kneel with Him

That fateful night,

To comfort Him

As He appealed

For God to take this task,

To die a lonely death,

Away from Him.

Such a sacrifice from Christ

Would bring no gratitude

From those who did not know Him.

His friends slept on the ground,

Oblivious to His need

For comfort and relief.

He had always been

The strong one in the group.

I wonder if He ever felt

The inequality

Of giving to those

Who could not

Give to Him.

Yet, He gathered up

His strength,

His courage,

and His love

To go and die for them.

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