Psalm of Gethsemane
by Tim Reed
"Arise!" they yell to me
caring nothing for my sackcloth
"Fight!" they scream
as I meekly say "I surrender"
I have been brought low
but I will remain
nothing will rob me of my sorrow
I will not arise and fight
the hand of the One I trust
I will not lift a finger to save myself
Voices adjure from all sides
to multiply my words
to amplify my cries
to command with conviction
Who am I to know all ends?
I will not be arrogant in my prayers
or be presumptuous in my requests
Rather, I ask for a heart of faith
and a servant's song
With shattered heart
I utter only four words
"Your will be done."
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