"In the Garden"

I stepped in Your shoes
as I began to pray
I saw myself in the
Garden of Gethsemane
My knees grew weak
and I bowed my head
My prayers were fervent
“Would You deliver me instead?”
Yet I knew that I must die
so that I could live.

Father, come, I want
more of You
Father, come, Your
will be done
This battle’s not just for me,
it’s so they can say,
“We won!”

Against all odds
the pressure becoming thick
I speak to my Father
and He replies,
“My heart is for them
My grace is in your eyes
I look at the lost
and My heart breaks inside
Just for the one
I’ll leave the ninety-nine.”

So, I listen and I hear
as He speaks to me
“My grace is sufficient.”
You’re all I need.
And I know, though it hurts,
I pray, I plead,

Father, come, I want to know You more
Father, come, Your will be done
This battle’s not just for me
It’s so they can say, “We won!”

With tears in my eyes
the color of blood’s stain

I am pricked, I am torn
I am broken without a name
The only thing is mocking
The only thing is hurting
But the love is
so strong,
with the Father’s
heart it’s beating.
I do not wrestle
against flesh and
blood,
but principalities,
with powers,
with those things
of the mud that
try to pull me
down where I once
was, but no, I’ll stand
and I’ll plead the
blood, even that
teared out
in the Garden
of Gethsemane,
And as I step
out of these
shoes, I realize,
“I’ve won.”