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
THE PEARL COMMUNITY 