At midnight in a garden
A man knelt down to pray;
The darkness gathered round him
The silence on him lay
And joy had turned to sorrow
And doubt must have its way,
When in a midnight garden
The Lord knelt down to pray.
At midnight in a garden,
Some friends were waiting near
To keep watch and to guard him
Be with him facing fear.
But promises are shallow,
And tiredness turned to sleep,
When in a midnight garden
The Lord was heard to weep.
Verses 3-5 follow
© Avis Palmer
Tune: Down by the Sally Gardens (Maids of the Mourne Shore)
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