When in my garden of GethsemaneThe sun was darkened and my song was stilled.
My heart was bleeding, for a part of me--
The boy I birthed and reared with love--was killed.
While spheres were clashing, Heaven's mighty power
Rebuilt my shattered kingdom when I said,
"Thy will be done." The moment--magic hour!
Restoring my torn soul. Upon my head
I felt a crown of peace I had not known.
The veil was thinned ... The Master at the helm
Let me behold my living son, His Own,
And see the beauty of His glorious realm,
Its kingdoms reaching far as thought can look--
Mortality but prefaces God's book.