In The Garden Poem by Verna E. Emerson
In The Garden
A garden of love Gethsemane, for Jesus was there in prayer for thee.
The man in the son was all he could be.
A living sacrifice for you and me.
If in his hour of great despair man could have loved him, forsaking all cares.
Conviction of mind would have no place to ravage your hearts making you weak.
Sin couldn't enter one's life at it's will destroying our thoughts to spend in Sin's Hell.
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