Jesus spent a lonely night in the Garden of Gethsemane, weeping as he faced his impending torture and death. The author wishes she could have been there to comfort Jesus by wiping his tears, showing her love, and holding his trembling hands, but recognizes she was one of the reasons Jesus had to die, so she could not truly comfort him.

1. Gethsemane

2. The darkness of night engulfed Him as the world so peacefully slept. All alone He bore such anguish, His heart breaking as He wept.

3. All alone He faced His future; He knew well what lay ahead . . . very soon He would be tortured; within hours He’d be dead.

4. Gethsemane . . . Gethsemane. How I wish I had been there to wipe the tears from His eyes, to softly stroke His hair.

5. Gethsemane . . . Gethsemane. Oh, I wish I had been there to tell my Lord I loved Him, to show Him that I cared,

6. to tightly grasp His trembling hands . . . and yet what would it mean?

7. I was the reason for which He’d die. How could comfort come from me?

8. -- Cheri Henderson, www.cherihenderson.wordpress.com How could comfort come from me ?