He, the sinless one,
In Gethsemane agonized.
His sweat was as blood drops,
Falling greatly in size.
He, more than just a man,
Fell down and prayed.
On Him all mankind's sins
Were soon to be laid.
In the Garden of Gethsemane,
Before the betrayer's kiss told,
The Son communed with the Father
And sealed the fate of all souls.
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