It’s so dark here in the Garden,
But I’ve always found You here;
Yes, when all My strength was ebbing
You would suddenly appear.
Now, comes a burden, oh, so heavy,
As I strain, upon My face
The blood is oozing with My sweat drops ~
And, I feel such deep disgrace.
To have the sins of all mankind
Heaped here where was no sin;
It’s hard no matter Who I am
To manage to carry them.
Please, Father, is there another way?
I feel I can’t bear more;
But I will purchase souls for Heaven,
No matter what’s in store.
More than I ever could imagine
I want Your will to be;
Give Me the strength I need so badly,
These next few hours for Thee.
I feel the hate of worldly men ~
No thankfulness at all,
But, Father, please don’t blame them ~
Their understanding is so small.
They’ve never seen Your perfect land,
Nor brought new life, like You.
We’ve stood together ~ spoken words
That changed to rain the dew.
We’ve set the rainbow’s formula
With promise in each one;
We’ve spread a canopy of stars
Above, when day was done.
I feel the weight of billions but
Determined to Your will ~
Please, Father.... hold the angels back
While I... walk up the hill.
© 2007 by Joan Clifton Costner
Under His Wings Heavenly Poetry
Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations Author.