My love, it is getting late <br />And I must not hesitate. <br />My Father is waiting <br />In the garden for me— <br />Just beyond that Willow tree. <br />I know that you do not understand, <br />But I must heed to his command. <br />There is a job that I must do <br />That goes beyond the me and you. If only you could take my place <br />And from my brow the worry erase, <br />But this question I dare not ask, <br />For only I can do the task. <br />Only I the sacrifice can make <br />And from this cup of sorrow partake, <br />But there is a place where you can wait <br />Over by the garden gate.<br /><br />Carole McKinney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/over-by-the-garden-gate/
