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Under My Branches

(click on title to hear the song)

© 2015 Diana Rasmussen

In the corner of the Garden
He falls under the shining stars.
Letting go of tears and fears.
Under my branches

He falls under my canopy.
Watching Him is pure agony.
Crushed by sorrow, suffering,
Under my branches

“Father let this cup, pass from me.
Yet not my will, but Yours be done.
I’ll finish what You have begun.”
Jesus prays, under my branches.

He asks his friends to stay awake
Spirit’s willing, the flesh is weak.
Nevertheless He still prays,
Under my branches

“Father let this cup, pass from me.
Yet not my will, but Yours be done.
I’ll finish what You have begun.”
Jesus prays, under my branches.

My branches were not meant to hold Him,
He would hang on another tree.
From my garden I could see Him
As He died on Calvary.

“Father let this cup, pass from me.
Yet not my will, but Yours be done.
I’ll finish what You have begun.”
Jesus prays, under my branches.

Not my will but yours be done

(Image source – www.biblesearchers.com)

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