I Fell Upon My Knees, At Garden Gethsemane Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

My God asked me this question, when God was feeling sad,
“My children who I love dearly, why, are they perpetually so bad? ”
“I ceased from all my labour, in sympathy, what more could I do? ”
And to my God I said, “My God, I will spend this morn with you.”

I remembered all those enemies, who hate, screamed and yelled at you,
how their eyes boiled with inner hate; how it vomited; spewed over you;
I thought of their envy greed, their secret slimy, covetous things they do,
to God I spoke; “My God my heart breaks within me, let me cry for you.”

My tears fell like rain, upon the ground, a second great flood wept anew;
oceans heaved with storms unabated; in tempests God’s pain surged anew;
we remembered wicked, drowning children, God’s deep sorrow then I knew;
I saw sickening sin so vile, evil these children did, reason for flood I knew;

My eyes bled tears of blood, in fear of all suffering, Jesus bore for you;
my body sweat tears of blood, I fell upon my knees, at Garden Gethsemane;
all creation’s pile vile sin, Christ willingly took, died horrific death for you;
covenant blood poured out for many, forgiveness of sins, crucified for you.