I sing about the garden,         

And the solitude of prayer;

I kneel in midst of the beauty,

And Jesus meets me there–

But sometimes “alone in the garden,”

As I meet with Christ in prayer,

Is sweeter and stronger and better

If I know that others are there.


When Christ was alone in the garden,

He prayed to the Father and wept,

Expecting His friends to be praying;

But instead, they grew tired and slept.


If Jesus, alone in the garden,

Wanted friends to uphold Him in prayer,

How important it is in my weakness

That I know that my friends are there.

–RDBowker, 5/19/12


Mat 18:20  For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.