I
wondered why You were absent
When
I most needed Thee;
I
felt so alone in my suffering,
Yet You
promised You’d be with
us in everything.
I
thought I was in my own
Garden
of Gethsemane,
Until
I saw Your footprints
And Your
drops of blood
that
had eluded me.
I
looked around and I understood
You
knew every tree,
Every
shrub, even every blade
Of
grass in Your vicinity.
I
was in Your garden, not mine,
That
beckoned me.
I
realised You are there still
Praying
for my weak soul
to
come to Thee;
I
will come, I will honour Thee;
Let
me first sit under this tree
A
while and reflect upon Your suffering.
- CATHRYNE ALLEN
(ART: I Have Suffered for You by B. Laura Wilson)
