In This Sacred Hour

Sitting in His presence, I feel such peace.  I realize that the struggle has not been with Him but with me—so broken and distorted—so wounded and wanting.  My vision of me.  My spirit cries out for a Redeemer from self.  The Garden’s self-hate has too long been my fate.  He stands in the Garden, His eyes full of tears.  His father’s heart cries, “Where are you…where are you?” 

In another Garden, at another time, my Redeemer kneels.  His heart is still looking for me…longing for me.  Could you not tarry with me just an hour…be with me as I take back your dominion and make right your loss…could you not tarry with me in this sacred hour?  At that place of prayer, He knelt, anointing it with His righteous blood and tears, teaching “Not My will, but Thine be done.  Could you not tarry with me this sacred hour?

The longing of the Savior’s heart is still the same today.  Will you not tarry…will you not tarry with Me in this sacred hour of love.  Linger here in the place of peace.  I have redeemed.  I have you covered.  Rest in the “It is finished” of My love.

God grant me eyes to see, ears to hear, and a heart to know You.  In the Garden’s sacred hour help me rightly discern the body and blood of Jesus.  He is for me, not against me.  He redeems me, no condemnation.  In this sacred hour, redemption realized, let me see, hear, and know His love for me.  In the perfect peace and pleasure of His presence let me willingly tarry with Him.