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“This is your hour,” the Master said

To His betrayer, who would see Him dead

The others, enraged, tried to fight back

Then Jesus healed the results of attack.

 

He did not desire to be taken this way

But gave in to his Father’s will as he prayed

In the Garden.  An angel helped Him be strong

That He could endure to right the great wrong

 

Of sin.  Though darkness’s prince reigned that hour

He’d never maintain it, never devour

Believers in Christ, never crush them again

They’d never experience one moment when

 

Satan was the winner.  And he will not be

Because Christ sacrificed so we could be free

It was his cup, He told them, in pain

His death was our life — His agony our gain.

 

It won’t be forever, this darkness we see

The hour will pass and eternity

Will blot out all memories of past suffering.

Death, not the victor, finally void of its sting.

 

Poem Copyright 2017 margaretportergriffin

 

Luke 22:39 Jesus went out as usual to the Mount of Olives, and his disciples followed him. 40 On reaching the place, he said to them, “Pray that you will not fall into temptation.” 41 He withdrew about a stone’s throw beyond them, knelt down and prayed, 42 “Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done.” 43 An angel from heaven appeared to him and strengthened him. 44 And being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.

Luke 22:45 When he rose from prayer and went back to the disciples, he found them asleep, exhausted from sorrow. 46 “Why are you sleeping?” he asked them. “Get up and pray so that you will not fall into temptation.” 47 While he was still speaking a crowd came up, and the man who was called Judas, one of the Twelve, was leading them. He approached Jesus to kiss him, 48 but Jesus asked him, “Judas, are you betraying the Son of Man with a kiss?” 49 When Jesus’ followers saw what was going to happen, they said, “Lord, should we strike with our swords?” 50 And one of them struck the servant of the high priest, cutting off his right ear. 51 But Jesus answered, “No more of this!” And he touched the man’s ear and healed him. 52 hen Jesus said to the chief priests, the officers of the temple guard, and the elders, who had come for him, “Am I leading a rebellion, that you have come with swords and clubs? 53 Every day I was with you in the temple courts, and you did not lay a hand on me. But this is your hour—when darkness reigns.”

Photo: The Garden of Gethsemane, Jerusalem.

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