My disciples and I, tired and weak <br />Sit here alone, for them I weep <br />I asked them to pray to give me strength <br />For they do not know of all the great lengths <br />The things I am doing to save their souls <br />From the fiery depths when the darkness rolls <br />Rolls over the earth when the end comes <br />As I think about that I begin to grow numb <br />Numb just thinking of what I am to do <br />To do for them, to do for you <br />I sit here alone as they sleep <br />Sweating blood, tears rolling down my cheeks <br />My disciples and I, tired and weak <br />Sit here alone, for them I weep<br /><br />Lacey UnKnown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-the-last-days-the-garden/
