Gethsemane is calling me,

Calling me back to set my soul free.

Repenting of sin whose price has been paid,

By mercy and love, I'm unafraid.

Jesus Our Lord created all.

Dying for man, He saved from The Fall.

As I may receive this blessing for free,

I honor and praise His memory.

When Our Dear Lord returns again,

Cleansing the world and banishing sin,

May I be found where the prophets and seers

Are bathing His feet with grateful tears.

Until that day, I'll seek His will,

Give Him my all, my duties fulfill.

Remembering how He once bled for me,