Dear Readers,
I sometimes like to look back at some of my old writings and see what I wrote. I just recently found this poem that I wrote over 3 years ago in my Grandma's old box of pictures and keepsakes. It is all about Jesus' love. I am in awe with all that my Savior went through. While Easter is a wonderful day to celebrate Christ rising from the dead, I don't want to forget the costly sacrifice he made three days prior to it. I love you, Jesus, and thank you for your amazing love.
Happy Easter to All!
-Katrina Arnold
In the Garden of
Gethsemane
By Katrina Arnold 2010
This Poem is Dedicated to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ
In the Garden of Gethsemane was a man
Didn’t look like anyone grand
He was a son of a carpenter, with hard working hands
His appearance seems ordinary, nothing to attract
man
If one were to look deep in His heart, he would discover to his delight
His heart was as big as the universe; His love
reaching the highest heights
A sacrifice he would choose to be,
To see mankind face his doom, just wouldn’t do
Man represented hate, jealousy, anger, bitterness, deceit, selfishness,
and greed
He represented
love, kindness, joy, peace, and generosity to those in need
In the garden, he bowed down to pray,
Sweat pouring down his face
In anguish he cried out to God, knowing what was to come his way
“Father, if you are willing, take this cup from
me;” He would say
“Yet not my will but yours be done.”
Only HE could
accomplish what needed to be done
Into the garden, came his friend with army men
One who had eaten, laughed, and said he would
follow him to the end
Man’s heart above all things is deceitful, it has been told
His friend would be his deceiver, betraying him
not with gold
But for only 30 pieces of silver, he would lead the soldiers to him
Betraying the one who knew no sin
With a kiss he would reveal to those the Savior of the world
The one who was the King of Kings and Lords of
Lords
The kiss was given, betrayal was done
Soldiers carrying torches, lanterns, and
weapons approached God’s son
Arrest had begun,
The soldier’s seized God’s son
A follower of Jesus, stepped forward, sword in hand
Ready to kill the entire armed band
Striking a soldier’s ear
The fight had begun, “Stop! Put your sword back
in its place.” He would hear
“For all who draw the sword will die by the sword,” declared his Lord
Jesus touched the man’s ear and it was restored
Despite the kindness, love, and healing he had given
Away from the garden he was driven
Arrested and taken to the high priest to be judged
False testimony would be given by those with a
grudge
Liars, cheaters, and deceivers gathered in the courtyard to slander our
Redeemer
All those around blasphemed our Leader
Jesus stood silent taking beatings to his heart,
Holding no grudges, despite the breaking of his
heart
Forgiveness was all he knew,
His love for man, would never cease
In the midst of the courtyard was one who loved his Savior
But no love would be shown by his behavior
He had told Jesus he would stand with him to the end
But standing
with sinners and mockers, he refused to be associated with Him
“You were also with that Nazarene, Jesus,” the people would say
Fearing for his life, three times he would say, “Nay”
Earlier that day Jesus sadly foretold Peter’s crime
“Peter, before the rooster crows, you will disown
me three times,”
“Even if I have to die with you, I will NEVER disown you!” Peter insisted
The rooster crowed, prophecy fulfilled
Realizing his deceit, he broke down and wept
His promise to Jesus wasn’t kept
In the front of the courtyard, a daring question was asked
“Are you Christ, the Son of God?’
“I AM,” Jesus replied
“Blasphemy!” people would say
Put him to death, and do not delay!
Filled with hatred and abhorrence, their hearts
were hard
They spit at him, blindfolded him, and struck him until he was taken by
the guards
Under the guards, he was beaten and mocked some
more
Covered by his blindfold, the guards would hit him without remorse
“Prophesy! Who hit you?” They would taunt and sneer
Their eyes would not see nor would their ears hear
Of all of the things Jesus had done in the days
before
The deaf could hear, the blind could see, the lame made to walk, and
hearts restored
The blood in their hands
Belonged to the Son of man
Christ, Savior, God, and Lamb
Morning came and the sun touched the sky,
Today Jesus would die
The Jews led him to the governor’s palace
Seeking to talk to the leader, Pilate
“I find no basis for a charge against this man,” Pilate proclaimed
Desiring that the Son of Lamb not be slain
To the crowd Pilate brought out two men
A criminal named Barabbas murderer and fiend
Along with Jesus, Savior and friend
Each year they would release from prison a man
In order to give mercy to one who had greatly sinned
Pilate looked at the crowed and asked, “Do you
want me to release the King of Jews?”
“No, not him! Give us Barabbas!”
The crowd shouted
The evil doer was freed
Jesus’ death was now guaranteed
“Crucify him! Crucify him!” the crowd chanted
Condemning an innocent man was not what Pilate wanted
“Do you want me to release him?” Pilate would question
“No!” they would reply, leading
their Creator to His destruction.
Hoping to save Jesus from execution,
Pilate ordered him to be flogged, a different solution
With Courage greater than the world has seen
Our Savior was sent to the soldiers for more beatings
A whip covered with sharp stones and glass
Was placed on Jesus’ back
Over and over flesh ripped apart
A sacrifice to heal mankind’s hearts
A crown of thorns was placed on Jesus’ head
Like needles they sunk into His head
The soldiers clothed Jesus with a purple robe to bring
Him disgrace
“Hail, king of the Jews.” The
soldiers laughed and struck him in the face
Bitterness never took hold of Jesus’ mind,
Forgiveness was all He knew for mankind.
Sent back to Pilate for one last chance
To perhaps
change the course of events
Pilate brought him out to the crowd with his purple robe and crown of
thorns
Hoping to stop all of the scoffs and scorns
“Here is the man,” Pilate declared
“Crucify him! Crucify him!” The crowd shouted; Jesus would not be spared.
Pilate handed him over to be crucified
The King of Kings would not be dignified
Carrying his own cross to the place of Skull
Jesus had no strength to carry on any more
Simon of Cyrene was forced to help
He carried Jesus’ cross, despite how he felt
At the place of skull they placed the King on the cross
Through his suffering, our sins would be bought
Hammering a nail on each hand and one on his feet
Each pound represented the freedom that we seek
By each of his sides hung two other men
Criminals and sinners in need of Him
One represented the desires of the world,
Selfishness, pleasure, no consideration for
others or His Lord
“Aren’t you the Christ? Save yourself and us!”
Hurling insult after insult at Jesus
The other represented repentance and a need for redemption
His heart filled with conviction
Over the sins he had committed
“We are being punished justly,” he admitted
“Jesus, remember me when you come
into your kingdom.”
Forgiveness he received no matter what he had
done
“I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise.” Jesus said.
To heaven with Jesus, he would be led
In the sixth hour darkness filled the land
Soon Jesus would surrender his Spirit into his
Father’s hands
By the ninth hour a storm had arisen
“It is finished!”
Jesus cried
His last breath was given
The task was done, Jesus had forgiven
Every sin in this world
No matter how bad or horrid
The price was paid
New life was made
For all who come to Him
Sadly 2,000 years later some men still prefer sin
Rejecting all that was done for them
They now stand condemned
For those who chose life
Jesus gave it with a price
That he paid full on the cross
So that none would be lost
Freedom they received,
Eternal life if they believed,
Was given by an extraordinary man
In the Garden of Gethsemane
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