My
Garden of Gethsemane
By
Pat Scully - 1994
I've been running this way, and that way, trying to escape your hand
No matter which way I turn you've been shouting "Surrender"
My disability has meant relying on myself
Not you or other people
Pick yourself up, wash yourself, feed yourself, push yourself
Was hammered into me day in day out
'Til I believed no one else would care for me
But me
Then I met You, and your people, and O the love
And the acceptance of me and my wheelchair
But I still kept hold of my independence
Instead of surrendering it up to you
Gradually as the years went by I heard a voice
First it was a whisper and little by little
It got louder and louder as I gradually deteriorated
Then the fear came in as I had to call on people for help
Why? Lord, I can be no use to you if I can't care for myself
Do I just give up Lord? and say "That's it, Pat's work is done"
Then I heard you shouting "Surrender to Me Pat Trust Me"
I can't run anymore and say "Not my will Father, but YOURS"
In loving memory of
Patricia Scully
October 2, 1957 to October 25, 2004
You are truly missed
Your Sister in Christ,
Barbie
