Mirror of Gethsemane
Expect the darkness, it will come
some sunny time before life's done.
When all seems right, then all will be
Fearsome darkening secrecy.
When pain has been your spirit's blight,
And all seems drawn to darkest night
Recall how Jesus' blood-soaked face
In garden's weary, shattered place
Took up His Cross and went to be
Beside the Father to set us free.
We'll take the cup, we have no choice
We'll hear once more the Saviour's voice,
"Your will, not mine" shall prove to be
Our mirror of Gethsemane.
Think not of self, remember Him
Who suffered lonely, desperate, grim
While tired friends slumbered near a tree
He cried to God, "Deliver me!"
'Twas then our Saviour sacrificed
"This cup is mine, I give my life."
Our sins were washed, our hearts made new
By Him whose freedom comforts you.
So hear, when darkness veils your sight
Let Christ's words light the darkening night
"Your will, not mine" will ever be
Your liberty soliloquy.