Pray with Me

By Gerald Sumeracki

The hour was late when they arrived,
The garden air was still,
The Lord did feel the need to pray,
To know His Father's will.

He asked His friends to keep the watch,
As He in solice prayed,
He knelt before the open sky,
And heart felt pleas He made.

"This bitter cup Oh gracious God,
"Please let it pass from me,
"But not My will, let Yours be done,
"For I have come from Thee."

They were asleep when He returned,
He'd hoped they'd watch and pray,
But they were weary from the work,
They'd done throughout that day.

His heart was sad as fear took hold,
He knew what He must do,
An ugly crowd then came for Him,
Said they, "Where's Christ the Jew?"

"I am the one you seek." said Christ,
They fell back all in fear,
Then Judas kissed the Master's cheek,
As soldiers gathered near.

"Oh Judas, friend, what do you do?
"Betray me with a kiss?"
They seized the Lord and held Him fast,
This time they did not miss.

The Lord was tried before the court,
His crime was loving man,
They hung Him on a cross of pain,
His Words they sought to ban.

But He was who He said He was,
He rose from death and lives,
Salvation's door's now open wide
For all those -- who are His!