2009-year-old olive tree
There in the garden of Gethsemane
Close by him did you hear him pray
As sweat drops of blood
Poured down his loving face
Did you feel the torches
As soldiers entered the place
Did you feel the kiss of Judas Iscariot
Placed upon his tear-stained face
Did his mighty breath brush against your leaves
Over the short life that he lived
How many times did you hear him pray
How oft did he come to the garden to stay
In your hollow are his words stored
Could I visit and be restored?
--Sarah Kendrick, Olive of Gethsemane
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