I Hear You Pray

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hear You pray in the garden,

You know what’s on its way.

Yet still You wait to face that death.

I still can hear You pray.

 

I may not have been there with You,

But I quake with the fear

Of knowing the torment and death

You knew was drawing near.

 

You stayed there as the Son of God,

Though You’d die as a man.

You faced that death that we might live,

That was always the plan.

 

I hear You pray in the garden,

And I still weep with shame.

For I’m the reason You were there,

Savior, I am to blame.

 

Matthew 26:36

Then Jesus went with them to a place called Gethsemane, and he said to his disciples, “Sit here, while I go over there and pray.”