In My Sorrow

In Your hour of glory, You prayed
To our Holy Father You petitioned
“If there be another Way let this cup pass
But all of God’s Will be done and not Mine”
You turned to Your friends that shared
With You that night the bread of life
And drank Your blood; the cup overflows
You found them all with eyes closed
“Watch as I go pray, be you not tempted,
Father if it is Your will, take this cup away”
When You returned they were in slumber
“Pray as I go pray, be you not tempted,
Father not My will but Yours be done”
Returning to Your friends in their sleep
“Wake, in the hour of the Son’s glory,
They that would take life are upon Me.
They will not take what I will lie down
But do only what the Father ordained
In God’s will, it will be, as it has to be.”
The cup, that was not passed, has been given

In my sorrow I pray, “Let this cup pass.”
The strength is not of me, but within
It is the Lord that received Judas’ kiss
And listened to the echo of the cock’s crow
As He looked into the eyes of a friend
It was not with the touch of man’s hand
That our Lord was glorified and lifted up
It is not with the touch of a man’s hand
That our Lord Christ Jesus was anointed
He does not sit or rule in a man’s castle
His house is at our Father’s right hand
His dwelling place is within our heart
“There are many rooms in My Father’s house;
I prepare a place for you, that where I am . . .”
The place being prepared is not above
But it is where the Lord dwells, within
“We send to you another Helper, The Spirit
And My Father and I shall come and dwell
That where I am you may also be.
Come dwell within the heart with Me.”

© 2003 Tim D. Coulter Sr.