I take my tears to Gethsemane

Where God agonized over his humanity

Where all of heaven bowed to see

If God’s love was was weighty enough for eternity

Did they wonder why God’s plan

Involved the bloody sweat of a tear-stained man?

That God was marked not by power

But by the violent grief of hell’s dark hour?

This is the God of Heaven and Earth?

Bent low to take humanity’s curse?

Where thorns would array Infinity’s head?

Where God would not escape what he dread?

The anticipation of the fracturing of divine love

Where the Father’s grip on the Son would be rend from above.

Yet, God must have thought it best

To embody humanity’s suffocated chest

To understand his creatures pain

so that his loss would be their gain

That agony wrought in Gethsemane

Would free humanity from grief’s eternity

That this God betrayed in Eden

Would let this garden’s betrayal end Him

That God’s tears would be a mirror

Of what he thought about humanity’s terror

So that no human could ever say

That God could never understand the darkness of hell’s pain

For every time his humans cry

God’s heart is brought back to the night

where sorrow and God became good friends

So that his humanity would know grief’s end

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