In Gethsemane

Jesus asked for me to wait with Him,but I fell asleep instead.All the life He would give for my sin,and all I could think about was going to bed.I'm sure the wind and sea stayed up,The fox and the owl kept lookout,But I was sleeping when He took the cup,nowhere to be found in His hour of doubt.Back then I couldn't keep my eyes open,Now I have a hard time closing them,Each time I see my broken devotion,The look He gave me when they took Him in.For the rest of my life I will remember when,The countless tears I will shed,When Jesus asked for me to wait with Him,but I fell asleep instead.