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Facebook Gethsemane

Tis deception to say I surely would keep
That dark watch with Jesus, that I would not sleep
As of old; Yes, my spirit too is willing,
But so too my modern flesh is yet so weak
Not with heavy eyes, perhaps, but with filling
Time with distractions – that of which I now speak
You know, the hungry gods of this age that say
‘All this activity whilst you’ve been away’ –
The mind hooks deliberately designed and sunk
Into our brains, filling them with whimsy junk.

‘Good Jesus’ I cry out, ‘Deliver me
From all slavery to this tyranny
So that I may sit at your blessed feet
In this growing gloom, and your true face meet.’


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