THE NIGHT HE BLED »

The night was soon to pass. His heart was beating fast The passover being supped To Gethsamane He went out He knelt amidst the olive grove

In deep agony He groaned: "Father, if it can be Take this cup from me Yet let Your will be done As You've planned for Your Son".

The hour to the cross drew near His battle against Satan clear The moment intensified. As He prayed, he cried.

For you and I, He came to die. His throat choked with grief For our pain He received As he prayed with a broken heart He sweat drops of blood.

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Medium: Oil on canvas.

Size: 40x30 inch