We descend and cross the brook,
dark as blood, to enter the garden.
Here, My agony begins.
I ask My companions to bear witness,
but a stupor overwhelms them.
As they sleep, no comfort is Mine.
I encounter the adversary.
He tempts my retreat, but I will not relent.
I have one thing sufficient alone to withstand all.
Onto this precious thing
I hold and will not let go.
All is preserved within this shining core.
Time seems to stop and in a span immeasurable,
I know the torments of uncounted lifetimes.
I confront the cumulative horror of all flesh;
the searing arsenal of the adversary.
Though mortality is heavy upon Me,
I will not falter.
Eternities I suffer, as the weight of this world
on fire presses down and by every woe since
the beginning, I am slowly crushed.
My blood like oil flows onto the ground.
The agony of all mortal life is wrung out
and to the very dregs, I drink empty this
overflowing cup to its final, bitter drop.
Wrath itself I consume,
that the vessel of joy may instead be ours.
Each innocent abused, every trust betrayed,
burden and trial, sorrow and sickness,
the loss and most wretched grief
of all who shall ever live, I endure.
I learn firsthand the panic and despair
of the mother desperately seeking
her precious one lost to the world.
Alone, I learn the desolate
solitude of every outcast.
I cry out, for in this
is no surrender and no shame.
I then share the suffering of every harm yet
to be done in My own name by the misguided
and this is the grievous worst, by far.
I feel each horrible and wonderful thing
of which we are capable and every twist of
the unfolding future.
How shall any lead save by example?
This suffering, freely chosen and my life,
willingly offered; remains a demonstration
of love, infinite and eternal.
Thrones I decline in order to serve, that you
may know the spirit is master of the flesh.
Realize that you can love another above
and beyond yourself; offering everything
you are for the sake of this love
and all I have is forever yours.
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