Their eyes were heavy and they had to sleep
‘though the Lord had asked them their watch to keep.
Jesus would only be a stone throw away
yet they were unable to watch and pray.
My spirit's willing but my flesh is weak
and I often clam up when I should speak
'Though I know that Jesus is standing near
and would like me to make His Gospel clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah, when one turns old and has deep love for Him. Nice poem.