A reflection on Jesus in the garden of Gethsemane
Death (read top to bottom)
I am dying for nothing
And I refuse to believe that
Grace will find a way
I realize this may be a shock, but
The Father has a plan
Is a lie
This is all we can ever be
In time people will realise
I am right
Fear
Is more important than
Love
I will tell you this:
In the beginning
I had a hope for all of you
But this will no longer be the truth
You are worth no more than dust
Ancient Scholars say
Death and destruction will follow
I conclude
This is the last hour of great beauty
In the future,
None will be saved
No longer can it be said that
You are God’s people
It will be evident that
You are alone
It is foolish to presume that
You have a Saviour.
Hope (read bottom to top)