Gethsemane

My eyes no longer wet as I
Stare into the sun
The shadows reach their arms for me
I knew this day would come

My mouth has swallowed prophecy
Bitterness must follow quickly
As I stare into the sky
I feel my arms lose grip
This cold blank state consumes my mind
Burdened with such fear
"Oh, how did you do it?" I think as I face the end
I grit my teeth one last time
As I stare at it

This is the price I must pay
I did not pick up my cross in vain
This is my Gethsemane
A final song to sing
Feel the cold grasp my hands
As I fall to sleep
Whoa, oh, oh, oh oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh oh



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Cory Snyder
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