Gethsemane

Kenneth Cope

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    My Lord Jesus
    Me in heaven, You on earth
    You're in the garden
    And Your heavy burden is growing worse
    I weep for You, Jesus

    My poor Jesus
    I'm so sorry to make You cry
    But I'm far from like You
    And all my sins, Lord, demand this price

    I wish that I could come to You
    And wipe away the blood
    And then I'd bear Your cross, Lord
    If I could
    But I'm up here
    And You're down there, Jesus

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    My poor Jesus
    I'm so sorry to make You die
    But, please, for me, Jesus
    Die

    Now Lord Jesus
    You're in heaven and I'm on earth
    Now it's my turn
    And my little burden is getting worse
    I weep for me, Jesus

    Oh kind Jesus
    I keep trying to win this fight
    But I just can't change me
    I need Your grace, Lord
    Please provide

    I wish that I could run to You
    And all of this would end
    If I could see Your face
    Have You close again
    But You're up there
    And I'm down here, Oh Jesus

    My Lord Jesus
    If You've got time to spend with me tonight
    Then fly to me, Jesus
    Fly

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    Composition: Kenneth Cope

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