The Olive Press
City oil was pressed here
Jesus slept in a cave here
He had access to this garden
Heart of an olive needs to be crushed
To make oil
He sweat blood
His heart was broken
He set His face like flint
For the joy set before Him
City oil was pressed here
Jesus slept in a cave here
He had access to this garden
Heart of an olive needs to be crushed
To make oil
He sweat blood
His heart was broken
He set His face like flint
For the joy set before Him
The Joy of the Lord is my strength
Gethsemane
Peter, James and John
Were with Him in the garden
Watch and pray
Sleeping
Temptation
The hour has come
Peter the Zealot
Had a knife
Assassin
Narrow stiletto knife
Not yet totally reformed
When challenged
Showed himself
Jesus set his face like flint
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