The Passion in the Garden

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I see it all!
Oh, Father! I see it all!

As I kneel upon this rock
in the Garden of my Prayers
the hardness of my tortures
lies just ahead of Me.

I see the blows from angry fists
come crashing, smashing
from the fears of hurting men.

They wound Me with their jealousies.
They wound Me with their lusts.
They wound Me with their prejudice.
They wound Me with their abuses against each other.

I see it all!
Oh, Father! I see it all!

I see the thorns of every person’s pride
come piercing, fiercely stabbing
deep into My head and heart.

They wound Me with their desire to control.
They wound Me with their thoughts of hate.
They wound Me with their scramble for success.
They wound Me with their tossing aside of servanthood.

I see it all!
Oh, Father! I see it all!

I see the lashing whip of mankind’s ugly lip
whipping Me, stripping Me
of My humanity.

They wound Me using words that tear Me down.
They wound Me using words that tear the Truth.
They wound Me using words that spread unkindness.
They wound Me using words that spread gossip and hopelessness.

I see it all!
Oh, Father! I see it all!

What they will do to each other
they will do unto Me,
and I will feel it in My face,
and I will feel it in My head and heart,
and I will feel it in My holy flesh,
and I will feel it in My shoulder when I carry the cross,
and I will feel it in My knees when I fall upon the ground,
and I will feel it in the nails.

I see it all!
Oh, Father! I see it all!
Thy will be done, My Father,
because I love them
through it all.