‘Father please take this cup from me’, <br />Echoed His cry from Gethsemane, <br />He prayed aloud and He did fret <br />Droplets of blood ran down as sweat, <br /> <br />Take this poison, please let me be, <br />Let me not hang from a cursed tree, <br />Sorrowful now, and in deep prayer, <br />He waited for His betrayer there. <br /> <br />Three times on guard Peter had slept, <br />Whilst his savior prayed, bled and wept, <br />His Lord three times again he’d spawn <br />Before sunrise on that fateful morn. <br /> <br />“Not My will but the Father’s be done” <br />God had requested the death of His Son, <br />Jesus now obedient unto death on a tree, <br />Obediently He died…to save you and me.<br /><br />Alf Hutchison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-on-a-tree/
