Gethsemane (unfinished)

With heart so faint

My spirit, cries out to You

The endless longing

For, to ever love You,

But,

This cup,

Father, me?

Can my timid spirit,

In simple obedience,

Find faithful constant perseverance?

How will my being live?

In giving up?

Yet, find new breath

In embracing all that is unknown.

Can my faint heart,

In silence, absorb and contain all pain,

Yet, never ceasing, to love ever deeper.

Father, in shivers I stand!

For I do not know, how, how, will I endure ?

Father, I plea, to lighten if You may…

But Father, Your will. I hear.

Though, understanding I lack,

This Cup, I make my own.