He led them over the ravine of the Kidron
On a hill of presses in a gardens grove
As He wept the angels comfort did not hinder
The Deep grief to the point of death that cut into His heart
Blood dripping from His brow
A sorrow filled night but not for the three
Stay and keep watch with me is all he required
as He searched for another way
As they slept His sorrows and anguish they were not aware
Their prayers not for Him were to keep them from falling
The emotions of the day attending His last meal
left them empty and filled with questions unanswered
about His departure and how to find Him again
The leaders of the twelve their eyes not yet opened
not understanding the power through obedience that the I Am
was about to unleash upon His creation
to pay the ransom of the stolen jewels
Mere humans were about to be made Divine
His righteousness about to flow from a tree from where he would hang
To freely cover all that believed His Words as mornings dew covers the grass
His death thought a triumph was the sealing of darkness fate
The victory won on bended knee in The Grove
The King arose with The Keys once lost
That opened the door for His chosen to be with Him forevermore
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