Trembling with fear, alone in the garden
Battle before the final war
Blood became tears, there in the garden
To fall upon the silent stones
There in the darkness
The light and the darkness stood still
Two choices, one tortured will
And there, once the choice had been made
All the world could be saved by the One in the garden
The light of the dawn, was seen in the garden
By gentle eyes so sadly wise
The angels appear, they come to the garden
Clothed with sighs, they realise
The One they've adored from the start
Will be broken apart
By the ones he had come to save
So they're here simply now to be near
He's no longer alone, they sit by him and moan
Words by Michael Card
Battle before the final war
Blood became tears, there in the garden
To fall upon the silent stones
There in the darkness
The light and the darkness stood still
Two choices, one tortured will
And there, once the choice had been made
All the world could be saved by the One in the garden
The light of the dawn, was seen in the garden
By gentle eyes so sadly wise
The angels appear, they come to the garden
Clothed with sighs, they realise
The One they've adored from the start
Will be broken apart
By the ones he had come to save
So they're here simply now to be near
He's no longer alone, they sit by him and moan
Words by Michael Card
*Taken from his brilliant album, "Known by the scars", which contains songs retelling the events of the Holy Week. This song catches the emotions at the Garden of Gethsemane, with the poetic lyrics and wonderful musical accompaniment which includes a cello and a harp.
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