🎶 Song 182 – Glory in the Garden

Paper 182 – In Gethsemane 🎶 Song: Glory in the Garden (Verse 1 – The Circle on Olivet) Moonlight upon the ancient stone, Eleven brothers gathered close. Jerusalem below them lay, Silent before the breaking day. The city dreamed, the world slept on, Unaware the hour had come. The Master stood beneath the sky, With eternity within His eyes. (Verse 2 – Friends and Ambassadors) Not kings of earth, nor men of fame, But simple hearts He called by name. Fishermen, dreamers, tested souls, Entrusted now with heaven's goals. He saw beyond their coming fear, Beyond the night that hovered near. The seeds He planted through the years Would someday grow beyond their tears. (Chorus) In the garden before the dawn, Before the Shepherd stood alone, The Father's will became the song That carried Heaven's purpose on. No sword could win what love would prove, No throne reveal the Father's truth. The greatest victory was found Upon that silent holy ground. (Verse 3 – The Weight of Completion) The work was done, the path was clear, The final earthly hour was near. A life revealed the Father's face, A world invited into grace. Not power gained, nor kingdoms won, But countless souls turned toward the Sun. The gift bestowed through mortal years Had opened pathways through the spheres. (Bridge – Alone) One friend had left. The others slept. The night grew deeper. The silence spread. No crowds remained. No miracles appeared. Only a Son, And the Father He revered. (Verse 4 – Gethsemane) The olive branches watched in peace, While human struggle found release. Not from doubt the conflict came, But from the mortal frame's deep strain. He knew the cross. He knew the cost. He knew the roads that would be crossed. Yet still chose love, And still moved on, Toward the dark before the dawn. (Final Chorus) In the garden before the dawn, Before the Shepherd stood alone, The Father's will became the song That carried Heaven's purpose on. No empire rose. No armies came. No crown was worn to claim a name. Yet there the deepest triumph grew, When perfect love chose perfect truth. (Outro) The city slept. The apostles wept. The universe watched. And in the quiet of Gethsemane, The victory began. 🌿✨