GETHSEMANE

[Rhonda]

GETHSEMANE

unknown author

In golden youth when seems the earth

A summerland of singing mirth,

And souls are gay and hearts are light

And not a shadow lurks in sight,

We do not know it but there lies

Half-hidden from our human eyes

A garden which we all must see

The Garden of Gethsemane.



With joyous steps we go our ways

Love lends a halo to our days

Light shadows drift like clouds afar,

We laugh and say how strong we are.

And hurry on and hurrying go

Close to the borderland of woe.

That waits for you and waits for me

Forever waits Gethsemane



Down shady lanes, accross strange streams,

Bridged over by our broken dreams.

Behind the great salt fount of tears,

Beyond the misty cap of years.

The garden lies, Try as you may

You can not miss it on your way.

All roads that have been or shall be

Pass somewhere through Gethsemane.



All those who journey soon or late

Must pass within that garden gate.

Must kneel alone in darkness there,

And battle with some fierce despair.

God pity those who will not say

"Not mine, but Thine" who only pray

Let This Cup Pass; and cannot see

The purpose of Gethsemane.