Gethsemane

Gethsemane's Cry: A Soul's Plea in the Silence of Night
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Lyrics

The night is cold and quiet, my Lord

The speaker describes the night as cold and quiet, addressing God as "my Lord."

O let this cup pass from my lips

The speaker expresses a desire for the metaphorical "cup" of suffering or hardship to be removed.

For I am so afraid.

The speaker acknowledges fear and vulnerability in the face of impending challenges.

Father, help me now I pray

A plea for divine assistance, asking God to help in the current situation.

Save me from this trail I have to go through

The speaker seeks deliverance from a difficult trial that lies ahead.

Father, I have no one but you

Expressing a sense of solitude, the speaker emphasizes dependence on God as the only source of support.

Save me from the pain I have to bear.

A request to be spared from the pain that the speaker anticipates having to endure.


The night is cold and quiet my Lord

A repetition of the description of the night, indicating a continued state of coldness and quietness.

O let this cup pass from my lips

A repeated plea for the metaphorical "cup" to pass, reiterating the desire to avoid impending difficulties.

For I am so afraid.

A renewed acknowledgment of fear and vulnerability in the face of the challenges mentioned.


The nails are sharp and cruel, my Lord

The speaker shifts the metaphor to the sharp and cruel nails, potentially alluding to the crucifixion of Jesus.

O save me from a cross of wood

A plea to be spared from the painful experience of being crucified on a wooden cross.

For I am so afraid.

A repetition of fear and the desire to be saved from the impending suffering related to the cross.


O God, the time is very near

A plea to God, recognizing the proximity of a significant event and the imminent betrayal by someone trusted.

I'm going to be betrayed by a man I trusted I cannot die upon a cross

The speaker expresses a reluctance to die on a cross but submits to God's will, even in the face of betrayal.

Though not my will but yours, O God my Father.

A surrender to God's will, emphasizing submission and acceptance of the divine plan.

The nails are sharp and cruel, my Lord

A return to the imagery of sharp and cruel nails, suggesting the inevitability of the crucifixion.

But take me to the cross of wood

A modified request to be taken to the cross of wood, accepting it as the only path forward.

It is the only way.

A final acknowledgment that the way to salvation or redemption involves the cross of wood.

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