My garden is cold and no feast will resume
Though winds will be colder than I had dreamed
Raising up an anguish like death exhumed
I sob and wail through my Gethsemane
You have me now --broken and defeated
I fall at your feet to reach for your hand
My soul escaped, my heart has retreated
Rejected by love and hope once again
Hold me, just hold me close to your scars
Remind me my pain is nothing to yours
I feel I have not journeyed very far
Beyond these mirrored walls disguised as doors
Olive leaves shrivel from their trees in fear
My eyes don't see, but my heart feels you near
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