He kneels in the garden, where the shadows are deepening, While our Lord gently weeps. He prays through the night, His soul burdened with pleading, Still our Lord gently weeps. They don’t know why they’ve turned from His mercy, They’ve lost the truth He gave. They don’t know how their hearts have grown empty, They wander far astray. He looks at the world, sees the pain that keeps growing, While our Lord gently weeps. For every sin borne, His love keeps on flowing, Still our Lord gently weeps. Oh… They don’t know how they’ve strayed from His calling, Their hearts have gone astray. They don’t know why they’re blind to His longing, No one to show the way. He hangs on the cross, sees the love that’s still sleeping, While our Lord gently weeps. He cries from the pain, for the lost who are weeping, Still our Lord gently weeps. “Father, forgive them,” He prays as He’s fading, While our Lord gently weeps. They know not their deeds, in their darkness they’re straying, Still our Lord gently weeps. Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Yes, yes, yes, yes, oh, oh
