In that favoured retreat
Of Gethsemane’s garden
Did the Prince of peace
In his agonies
Sweat blood upon
That fertile ground
Forsaken by his father
Doubting his destiny
And how wretchedly betrayed
By that simple Judas kiss
In bed on their wedding night his wife said, “I must say, before we first met, I was Christian” Her husband said calmly “I don’t care a...
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