THEY ALL FORSOOK HIM AND FLED

O Lord, You were deserted
By those You loved so much;
Denied by those you nurtured
Who knew Your loving touch.

Through fear they all were scattered
In that foreboding night.
Their fleshly strength was battered,
And fearful, took their flight.

Alone, the Lord rejected,
Assailed by Satan's own,
To horrors was subjected,
That rulers did condone.

His own had fled in terror
To leave Him all alone,
But peace in man's dread clamour,
Was His from heaven's throne.

The scattered ones He gathered
Unto Himself again.
Their hopes that once were shattered,
Revived, and did not wane.

Do we at times forsake Him
As they did there that night?
Or courage show, when it's grim,
And follow Him aright?

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This poem was a finalist in the September 2021 poetry contest