Never Forgotten (A Good Friday Poem)

Here's a poem I wrote last Good Friday and I forgot to post it. It's in the perspective of one of the disciples at the Garden of Gethsemane.

I recall that dreary night.
You knew what would happen.
But you were still full of light.

We walked to the garden.
Just us together.
One was missing.
The bond was not yet severed.

You took me alone with two other friends.
Never would've guessed it would all come to an end.

We tried, but we were weakening.
Couldn't stay awake, resolved to dreaming.
You said, "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."
You stuck by us, even though you knew we were going to flee.

Finally, the hour came.
The guards were sent.
The missing one kissed your face,
But you still called him, 'friend.'
We ran like scared children without a trace.

Some of us came back, some of us didn't
But even though the night past,
For three days we dwelt in it.

Yet everyone left you alone that night,
You were still faithful to us; you won the fight.
You fulfilled that promise, on the mountain.
It was a lifetime ago,
But no one has forgotten it.

We didn't finish that short night.
We betrayed you, shattered your trust.
You were alone,
When the curtain was torn.
And death was crushed.
How amazing.
That you did it all for us.

(Based on Matthew 26: 36-56)

To read the rest of the story, read Matthew 27-28.
Thank you for reading:) I hope you had a great Resurrection Day! Jesus has indeed risen!

In Christ,
Sarah