Thou, my disciples
Sleep on and take your rest
For behold, he is at hand
Who doth betray Me
Sleep on and take your rest
Behold! Behold!
The hour is at hand
He is betrayed into the hands
of sinner men
Of the twelve, one who hath
now gone astray
A kiss from Judah,
and He was betrayed,
Rise up and let us be going
For, behold My hour is at hand
Rise, ye, up and let us be going
For, he is at hand
who doth betray the Son of Man
They took hold of Jesus as
He stood there
A disciple, did cut off the servants ear
Put up thy sword into its place
There let it stay
Legions of Angels My FATHER
would send me if I but pray
Rise up and let us be going
For, behold My hour is at hand
Rise, ye, up and let us be going
For, he is at hand
Who doth betray the Son of Man.
Published by Mary E. Coe
I write articles, songs, poetry, short stories and stageplays. Some of my writings are fictitious and some are fact based. In the Spring of 1993, some of my poems were published in the library at Citrus Col... View profile
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14 Comments
Post a CommentThat is a great poem thanks for sharing!!
Powerful.
I agree with pearlygates comment.
Very well done:)
What a powerful poem!!
VERY POWERFUL. I got chills
I honestly agree with Aly- this should be a hymn and you should be rich from the royalties.
Thanks to everyone for your wonderful and encouraging comments.
your poetry is a great way to share the truth.
You really do have a special talent for writing spiritual poetry!