MY GETHSEMANE … By Susie J. Watts

 

Holy Father, I meet You in my Gethsemane 

The place where I fall to my knees

My heart is heavy, my spirit weak

Your will, I cry for, my flesh disagrees

 

Gethsemane, Gethesmane;  prostrate I fall

The struggle within is like a war

The question screams within my heart

Whose glory am I truly living for?

 

Your will, my will; which will it be?

As I struggle within my Gethsemane

My spirit is willing, my flesh is weak

Your Spirit I cry for to strengthen me

 

My Savior’s agony I feel inside

Midst drops of sweat that appeared like blood

He wanted Your will, His flesh was tried

His heart was firm, in obedience He stood

 

Your glory, Your honor is what I desire

I want Your will, my flesh must expire

Holy Father, it’s Your purpose and plan

I lay my life completely in Your competent hand