The Garden

In the garden, You asked, to take a pass.

In the garden, You asked, “Father, just let it pass.”

In the garden, You asked, “a different cup? Father, let is pass.”

Emotional strain, ate through Your veins

Blood drenched sweat, mixed in Your tears

In anguish, He prayed

In earnest, He prayed

It's the crosses battle, before He was nailed down

It's the crosses victory and we hear of it's echoes forward before it began

Jesus' prayer seals the believers fate, “not my will, but yours be done.”

Though divine, He knelt and prayed.

Jesus wielded prayer as our mighty warrior.

He slew the enemy right in his tracks.

Our battles won, not in public discussion, or courts of appeal.

Our battles won, in private confession, with bent heart and knee.

3For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does.4 The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. 5 We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. 2 Cor 10:3-5 NIV