I got this vibe in my spirit. That's the way music usually forms for me. Before I touch a pen or any instrument, I just get this unction, this burning in my inner self that won't let me rest. I've been skulling over the night Christ was in the garden of Gethsemane the night he was arrested. He was fully God. He was fully man. As a man her was terrified of what he was about to face. The humiliation. The torture. The agony. It frightened him so badly that he tried to get out of it. He even prayed to God in heaven for a possible escape - "O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt." The tremendous weight of the idea that if he didn't do this... if he didn't go through with it... all of mankind - save the Enochs and the Elijahs, were simply lost. All of us would be subject to a burning hell, eternally separated from God.
I feel this. I just need to convey it properly. I'd really like to get into the space where he was. I'd really like to understand the kind of anguish he was experiencing that would make him sweat blood. And who knows, this may only be for me. No one else on earth may ever hear this song. It could be something that the entire world hears. All I know is that I want to convey what God is sharing with me. I will do this however God leads.
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