And when they had sung an hymn,
Sit here, while I pray
Never the less, not my will but Thine be done
My soul is sorrowful unto death
And he went forward a little,
And again he went away, and prayed, and spake the same words.
I hate this
And he cometh the third time, and saith unto them, Sleep on now
maybe they didn't know what to say or do ?
i know i wouldn't have.
maybe they were full,
what with the meal,
all that had happened.
your night isn't over yet, and neither was theirs.
Well I know that you would love to go to heaven
they, anwered we, simply so afraid,
that they and we couldn't
simply be withyou ?
And as soon as he was come,
And they laid their hands on him, and took him.
And they all forsook him, and fled.