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PRAYER IN THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE (translated by ViViR)
In the garden where shadows softly creep,
I heard a whisper, a promise to keep,
In Aramaic, the echoes resound,
The Lord's prayer woven in sacred ground.
A tapestry of anguish, love intertwined,
In every syllable, a truth defined.
His everyday life, a burden to bear,
Yet in every heartbeat, a silent prayer.
Ancient sounds like constellations above,
Pierced through my spirit, a testament of love.
Unearthly torments, a weight on His soul,
Yet through every trial, He remained whole.
Not knowing the language, yet feeling the weight,
Words blurred into whispers of fate.
Listening closely, I grasp what is true,
This prayer in the garden is spoken for you.
For in His surrender, we find our own grace,
In the depths of despair, we discover our place.
Through love that transcends both time and space,
We are bound together in this holy embrace.
DL2024
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