In the Garden of Gethsemane, on bended knee, in agony,
His soul being troubled immensely, to the Father was His plea.
All night in faith He prayed and down His burdens laid,
But soon we learn He was betrayed, though by this deed all sins were paid.
How perfect is God’s will, though Jesus they did kill,
To this day He’s living still, and with His love our hearts He’ll fill,
That in His Word our souls will thrill, to find perfect rest and be still.
Yes, it’s true, it is no lie, though they killed Him, He didn’t die.
Jesus rose two days nigh, even before they ceased to cry.
With the Father He lives on high, for this my contented soul does sigh.
Because, you see, we can be free; in saving faith there’s eternity.
With Him we died upon that tree and when He rose, so did we.
By God’s grace a trade was made, for His Son’s life our debt was paid.
Even if by sin we’ve strayed, in His merciful love we’ve stayed.
From His throne in Heaven above, we are showered with His love,
In the Spirit we’ve peace like a dove, without one care to speak of.
He’ll supply our every need. He’s the Bread upon which we feed.
With faith the size of a mustard seed, we can move mountains, yes indeed.
No need to fear Satan’s snare, nor the torment of his lair.
We can live without this scare, because Jesus’ righteousness we share.
Oft He said, “Do not fear”. About this point God’s very clear;
He’ll not forsake us; He’s always near, there to catch every tear.
In His arms He holds us dear, if we’re willing to persevere.
Most important, I heard Him say, is that we trust Him and obey.
He loves us all the same each day. His love never fails or is taken away.
Satan will endeavor to deceive, to keep you blind so you won’t believe
That from his clutches God can cleave, bringing peace you can’t conceive.
God IS Love, it’s clear in His plan, that He sent His Son as man,
A sacrifice, a spotless Lamb, believe in Jesus NOW if you can.
To all who don’t in this world of hate, death and hell are their sure fate.
Don’t put it off to a later date, by then it may be too late!
Gregory S. Leszyk