All who enter soon or late
Must pass within the garden's gate
Must kneel alone in silence there
Must battle with some deep despair.
God pity those who cannot say,
"Not mine but Thine."
Who only pray,
"Let this cup pass."
And cannot see
The purpose in Gethsemane.
4 comments:
I love this poem. Today at church a lady told a story about how we all can't be given miracles because Heavenly Father need stong followers and we wouldn't be strong if he took all of our trials away from us with miracles. So, some get miracles and some are left to struggle and grow and become strong followers. Love you!! I am thinking about you this week...I know there might be some tough days and I am waiting by my phone incase you need to talk.
Hey woman! :) E-mail me your mailing info and the link of where you post the pay it forward :) Thanks for playing along! I am excited to send you a gift with lots of l♥ve from me! Have a sunny day! Here is my e-mail address:
tryingtostaycalm@gmail.com
Hugs to you, Nanette! Thanks for the poem. It is beautiful.
Beautiful!
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