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 realize. 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.