They didn’t know, though He told them,
Their time with Him was through.
They couldn’t, or wouldn’t, perhaps,
Believe that could be true.
Would let themselves believe
That He’d really be crucified,
And they’d be left to grieve.
When they drifted to sleep
Instead of keeping the vigil
That He’d asked them to keep.
Recalling that disgrace,
Believing I’d have stayed awake
Had I been in their place.
Before I’ve said amen
When I pray to Him at day’s end.
My pride bites me again.
Oh Lord, thank You for loving us.
Though we still fall asleep,
We know that Your love never does
And it is ours to keep.
Then he came to the disciples and said to them, “Sleep
and take your rest later on. See, the hour is at hand, and the Son of Man is
betrayed into the hands of sinners. Rise, let us be going; see, my betrayer is
at hand.”
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