In Gods garden:

Sweet garden of Gethsemene, how we tremble at your gate...
Enter in for here is a place of deep yearning, a place
where your Good God calls to the inner resece of your heart...
Take off your shoes, all your pretence that guards you, in
the world is as nothing, all is stripped away...It will take
much courage to stand on such Holy ground, more courage than you
alone have to now yield...
Your Heavenly Father knows you through and through, no effort to hide
will do, just Be in this holy place, yes, all that you have been fashioned
to become by Gods right hand...Heart is calling unto heart, do not be afraid
All barriers are removed through a most intimate exchange of Spirit.
Yes, you will have no strength to speak, but The Spirit reaches out
refreshing what is a barren most painful place...Yield, yield often...
Peace will come, it will come quickly, it comes silently, it is willed to
come. Silently no man sees its coming, or its going but it moves...
Willed by our Heavenly Father, the garden of Gethsemean...
O sweet garden of sorrows, let us not fear your isolation,
your silence, your barrenese... From such a Holy place all strength all
dignity is brought forth of the Fathers love, accomplishing all
that our Good God has willed.