The Garden Weeps

I walked beneath the olive trees Their shadows long and grave The moonlight brushed my trembling hands My soul began to cave The stars above looked far away As silence held the skies And all of heaven watched me Through the veil of tear-stained eyes If there's another cup to take A gentler road, a kinder way But still I breathe this bitter prayer Not my will Yours be done And the garden weeps tonight As angels brace the sky Creation holds its breath As love prepares to die I kneel in holy agony The weight of worlds on me Still, I choose the nails, the cross, the thorns To set the captive free My friends have drifted off to sleep Too tired to stand and pray The serpent's whisper circles close It never walks away But every drop of fear I sweat Will fall like seeds of grace And bloom upon a bloody hill For every broken face So let the silence crush my chest Let sorrow pierce my lungs But still this vow shall rise from dust Not my will Yours be done And the garden weeps tonight As angels brace the sky Creation holds its breath As love prepares to die I kneel in holy agony The weight of worlds on me Still, I choose the nails, the cross, the thorns To set the captive free And the garden weeps tonight But heaven sees the son The grave will only borrow me Till victory is won So though my hands will bear the scars My heart will not run For still I whisper in the dust Not my will Yours be done