Two Nights-Caden Daniels

Their will did lack, we’re quick to say

As Master strained beneath the load

Disciples slept, though bid to pray

No succor lent while ichor flowed

Pathetic show of man’s resolve

Supposed rock and thund’rous sons

A slumber they cannot absolve

But blame doth not befall these ones

Our Lord foresaw another night

In which all vigilance endured

The three kept watch through Savior’s plight

Beheld as Christ their fate secured

When evil buckled Jesus’ knees

And Hell began its grim abuse

Apostles rushed to soothe His pleas

But mortal aid was not of use

“Impede me not beloved friends

Beyond your grasp is what I do

My bloodied form shall make amends

Upon thy minds I grant this view”

Before the three, Christ laid His cause

Observed the world’s corrupted souls

Each darkened by their breach of laws

To be made white like burning coals 

Their stains began to syphon off

Once broken bonds, restored by love

With hope, the sick fret not their cough

A sinner’s peace sent from above 

Absorbed their filth, that Spotless Lamb

Unblemished men through sullied King 

The grime of all who were to damn

Sufficient weight for pores to wring

This one instance caused Christ to fear

So fierce a pain, He plead for death

A fleeting doubt rang in His ear

“Too great a task? Not while I’ve breath”

Horrific sight shook trio free

Their vision ceased and eyes were filled

Around their Lord lay crimson sea 

A massacre whence death was killed

While Master writhed in agony

The three perceived His work unjust,

“We’ve seen the fruits to come of thee

And wish that ye’d leave men as dust”

“Too high a price to save mankind

Please spare thyself this awful Hell

No prize is worth what ye’ve consigned 

Just damn us all that ye be well.”

“We’d see us first in Satan’s grip

Engulfed by shadow and the flame 

With flesh stripped clean under the whip

If but to keep thee from the same”

“No being save thy self is good 

If someone must be punished so

Anyone else more rightly should

Deserve ye least of all this woe”

“Ye ask that we impede thee not 

But such command we shall not keep

With all our might we’ll fight this plot

We cannot bear ye be our sheep”

Compassion fell upon our Lord

“This sacrifice must come to pass

But final mercy I accord

You’ll witness not my pangs amass”

So Master chose the night we know 

Alone He trod the press of wine

While Evil dealt it’s greatest blow 

Disciples rest by sleep divine

Caden's latest poem depicts two nights.  One is where the disciples did not fall asleep and witnessed Christ's agony and would try and stop it from happening because it was too much to bear.  The other is the night in which a merciful Savior allows them to sleep so that they would not see the torture he would endure.  Always merciful we know what night happened.