Open the Grace {Day Thirty-Eight} 40 Gifts for 40 Days

Maundy Thursday // The Last Supper, Jesus Prays In The Garden Of Gethsemane

Then came the day of Unleavened Bread on which the Passover lamb had to be sacrificed. Jesus sent Peter and John, saying, “Go and make preparations for us to eat the Passover.” Luke 22:7-8

Todays Gift of Grace // We Remember

Open the Grace {Day Thirty-Eight} 40 Gifts for 40 Days

Jesus, we remember the way You prepared a table for us.

The bread.

The wine.

Your body.

Your blood.

Broken.

Spilled out.

You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows. Psalm 23:5

In the Garden of Gethsemane

By Melissa McLaughlin

His footsteps fall softly in the olive grove

Enveloped in verdant Garden fragrance

The tender leaves, the stalwart trunks rooted and still,

The young olive fruit swelling with sustenance

A Garden pulsing with life

Yet death casts its shadow there

The earthy soil once wet with morning dew,

Now soaked with the tears of His divine sorrow

His steps falter as He drops to His knees

Face down, body gripped with anguish

The ominous ordeal looms ahead

Drops of blood slip from His brow

Mingling with tears and sweat

A river of grief flowing steadily down

Cries and tears are His prayer

The Son of Man, spotless and pure

Absorbing the full darkness of humanity

Every sin

of the world

Laid upon the back

Of the innocent Lamb

Precious, holy, gentle and good

In that moment

The Perfect One

Accepts the penalty

For every trace of wickedness

Taking our place

Justice is served

Righteousness upheld

Mercy extended

Grace given

To all who believe

Jesus is LORD

Brooding, dreading, enduring

The cross

For the joy set before Him

We. Were. That. Joy.

Remember another Garden

Not so long ago

Where sin took hold

Where God foretold

Of One who would come

To utter the final Word, “It is finished.”

That battle has begun

Right here in the Garden of Gethsemane

The Word speaks, “Not my will, but yours be done.”

The heaviness lifts

As He arises in the sovereign strength

Of heaven’s redemption song

A rustle of feet, hushed voices call

His captors rush in, the time has come

Yet He walks out in might, Son of God and Son of Man

For the battle on His knees is won

The King who would set us free from sin

Walks out of the Garden of Gethsemane

On a path toward pain and scorn and death

A captive of men

And a Victor for all

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