GETHSEMANE

The story of Jesus is not easy to tell.
It's the difference between heaven and hell,
It's the history of man and paradise lost,
Until Jesus came down and paid all the cost.

He came as a babe in a manager one day,
He left as a saviour who showed us the way,
Between baby and saviour was thirty three years,
Gethsemane, Golgotha, and a heart filled with tears.

Peter denied Him in a courtyard one night,
Then met Him again in a room filled with light,
No harsh words were spoken about betrayal
that day,
Peter learned by a look that love was the way.

On a hill called Golgotha stands an old rugged cross,
Where man was redeemed but Christ's short life was lost,
In a tomb on a hillside where Jesus did lay,
Lies a shroud and a napkin but Christ didn't stay.

All honor and glory, plus all of my praise,
Goes to the Father and the One He did raise,
My hands goes up when I hear His name,
For what He did for me, my life's not the same.