<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=525508" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Fell Upon My Knees, At Garden Gethsemane</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My God asked me this question, when God was feeling sad, <br>“My children who I love dearly, why, are they perpetually so bad? ”<br>“I ceased from all my labour, in sympathy, what more could I do? ”<br>And to my God I said, “My God, I will spend this morn with you.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remembered all those enemies, who hate, screamed and yelled at you, <br>how their eyes boiled with inner hate; how it vomited; spewed over you; <br>I thought of their envy greed, their secret slimy, covetous things they do, <br>to God I spoke; “My God my heart breaks within me, let me cry for you.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My tears fell like rain, upon the ground, a second great flood wept anew; <br>oceans heaved with storms unabated; in tempests God’s pain surged anew; <br>we remembered wicked, drowning children, God’s deep sorrow then I knew; <br>I saw sickening sin so vile, evil these children did, reason for flood I knew; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My eyes bled tears of blood, in fear of all suffering, Jesus bore for you; <br>my body sweat tears of blood, I fell upon my knees, at Garden Gethsemane; <br>all creation’s pile vile sin, Christ willingly took, died horrific death for you; <br>covenant blood poured out for many, forgiveness of sins, crucified for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=525508" data-title="I Fell Upon My Knees, At Garden Gethsemane de Terence George Craddock" data-description="My God asked me this question, when God was feeling sad, “My children who I love dearly, why, are they perpetually so bad? ” “I ceased from all my labour, in sympathy, what more could I do? ” And to my God I said, “My God, I will spend ..."></div> </div> </div>

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