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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367151" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gethsemane Miracle!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone He walked for private prayer, disciples holding fast, <br>Christ's countenance that of despair, His hour had come at last.<br>Gethsemane was quiet now, as twilight there encroached, <br>As Christ's head bore a bloodied brow, temptation thus approached.<br>And there were whispers in His mind that matched His fearful heart, <br>Perhaps the Cross of Christ to find, perhaps chance to depart.<br>Was there still hope? Or some way out? Was there escape for Him? <br>Or was there now no single doubt, God's cup filled to the brim? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord Jesus prayed as trembling hands conveyed His weakened state, <br>Obedience to God's commands or some new twist of fate? <br>Three times to pray the cup might pass, in case God chose this path, <br>Three times and each with mercy scarce, one choice, Christ's epitaph.<br>And then an angel there appeared to strengthen Christ with faith, <br>Convincing Him that though death neared, Christ only Man could save.<br>For that one angel, give God praise, he helped the Lord stay true, <br>For blessed is He who still obeys and sees salvation through.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows what words were said that night as Jesus stood His ground? <br>For courage came instead of fright, with God's grace all around.<br>And though disciples slept nearby, fatigued by all they'd done, <br>The Saviour's faith was flying high, like eagles 'neath the sun.<br>He groaned that they no angel saw, that blessing they had missed! <br>Then came the traitor to the fore and he, Christ's cheek had kissed.<br>The hour here, the Lord stood still, no coward soul was He, <br>Because He climbed up Calvary's hill, the rest is history.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The time will come, when each is called to give the Lord account, <br>Of each word spoken, typed or scrawled, of great and small amount.<br>Yet if we saw an angel here, like Jesus did that time, <br>Perhaps we'd find bold faith not fear and lives would be sublime.<br>Behind the scenes, a war is waged, as good and evil fight, <br>If evil makes you so enraged, then fight with all your might.<br>To think, that angels visit Earth, to think that one helped Christ.<br>And though unnamed, each one has worth, more than we've realised...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We can hear the word of the Lord on <br>Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581 <br>as well as the WATCH NOW link on <br>the revelationtv-dot-com website...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q>
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Christ's countenance that of despair, His hour had come at last.
Gethsemane was quiet now, as twilight there encroached, 
As Christ's head bore a bloodied brow, temptation thus approache..."></div>
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