A Song Of Winter And Spring: Poetry depicting heartbreak And happiness

Gethsemane

The Lord  of heaven fell, in anguish to His knees, the light and hope of all the world now overwhelmed with grief.
The burden of His destiny caused drops of blood to spill upon His brow. They landed on the jagged earth,  the rest would soon fall, but oh! There was more to come!
A prayer, drawn from trembling lips, slipped out into the night, stars, that He made, stilled to listen to His plight. Sweat glistened on His furrowed brow,  His eyes clouded with grief, praying in the silent peace though it was very brief.

To know each friend will fall away, and heaven's voice be stilled, For hell to have its vengeful day, upon Golgotha's hill.

Hanging on a bloody cross, His body writhing in pain, till every drop of blood was paid, for my sin and shame.

Lightning peeled and thunder rolled, drowning out His final breath, God was silent and sin appeased by His death.
What took Him to this wretched place? What kept Him on this road? His love for Adam's cursed race, and every broken soul.