Poem: In the Garden of Gethsemane — Melissa McLaughlin ~ Truthful Grace

By Melissa McLaughlin His footsteps fall softly in the olive grove Enveloped in verdant Garden fragrance The tender leaves, the stalwart trunks rooted and still, The young olive fruit swelling with sustenance A Garden pulsing with life Yet death casts its shadow there The earthy soil once wet with morning dew, Now…

via Poem: In the Garden of Gethsemane — Melissa McLaughlin ~ Truthful Grace

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