GETHSEMANE

(written by Kenneth Cope)

 

My Lord Jesus

Me in heaven—You on earth

You’re in the garden

And Your heavy burden is growing worse

I weep for You, Jesus

 

My poor Jesus

I’m so sorry to make You cry

But I’m far from like You

And all my sins, Lord, demand this price

 

I wish that I could come to You

And wipe away the blood

And then I’d bear Your cross, Lord

If I could

But I’m up here

And You’re down there, Jesus

 

My poor Jesus

I’m so sorry to make You die

But, please, for me, Jesus

Die

 

Now Lord Jesus

You’re in heaven and I’m on earth

Now it’s my turn

And my little burden is getting worse

I weep for me, Jesus

 

Oh kind Jesus

I keep trying to win this fight

But I just can’t change me

I need Your grace, Lord

Please provide

 

I wish that I could run to You

And all of this would end

If I could see Your face

Have You close again

But You’re up there

And I’m down here, Oh Jesus

 

My Lord Jesus

If You’ve got time to spend with me tonight

Then fly to me, Jesus

Fly

 

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