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Please, Dad. I can't handle this. Isn't there another way?
Will I get through it? Will things turn out how they're supposed to?
It seemed so easy, talking with You about my pre-arranged death. But that was years ago, and now... I'm scared. I'm only human. Will I be okay? In the end... will you save me?
I know I trust You, but I can't imagine what they'll do to me. How much it will hurt... How I will want to give up. But I can't. I have to let them kill me.
So please, Dad. Save them with my life. Save all of them.
Let them be free. Free of everything. I give myself to them. To You.
In return, please, just stay with me... and I'll get through. Somehow.
Just don't leave me, Dad. I need You. Always.
I blinked away my tears and bloody sweat. I looked up at the source of the noise which disrupted my desperate prayer. I shook with fear as my traitor stood by and watched them take me away. But I remained strong, for the Spirit took residence in my heart as I was dragged out of my Father's garden.
- by BarlowGirl3 |
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- | Submitted on 10/04/2010 |
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- Title: In the Garden
- Artist: BarlowGirl3
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Description:
If you can't understand what was going on here in the story after you've read it all, you probably don't care what Jesus did for us, and what He might have felt like. That's just the Harsh Truth.
Or I guess you could just spin it back at me and say, "I didn't understand what was going on because your writing is a piece of junk." I guess that's ok with me, too.
But for those of you who are thankful for our Savior, I hope this means a little something to you. - Date: 10/04/2010
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