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In Gethsemane's garden, shadows fell, John watched his Lord, in sorrow's spell, In anguish deep, with heart so torn, The Son of God, for mankind mourned. john, john, john let me be a friend to you Beneath the cross, at Calvary's height, He stood with Mary, in darkest night, With tears he wept, his spirit grieved, The Savior slain, his soul believed. In tender gaze, my mother's eyes, Reflected Christ, through sorrowed skies, Her grief and love, a mirror clear, Of Son and Lord, whom we hold dear. john, john, john let me be a friend to you In Patmos isle, where visions came, John saw the Queen, in heaven’s frame, With crown of stars, in glory bright, His mother crowned, in purest light. In heaven’s court, he saw her stand, At Christ’s right hand, by His command, Her radiance shone, a beacon clear, The Queen of Heaven, ever near. john, john, john please let me see it too His final breath, with Christ his goal, In heaven's light, he found his soul, Reunited with his beloved King, In endless joy, with saints to sing. john, john, john let me be a friend to you john, john, john let me be a friend to you... In Patmos isle, where visions came, John saw the Queen, in heaven’s frame, With crown of stars, in glory bright, His mother crowned, in purest light. In heaven’s court, he saw her stand, At Christ’s right hand, by His command, Her radiance shone, a beacon clear, The Queen of Heaven, ever near. john, john, john please let me see it too... His final breath, with Christ his goal, In heaven's light, he found his soul, Reunited with his beloved King, In endless joy, with saints to sing. john, john, john let me be a friend to you... In heavens court. he saw her stand At Christ's right hand, by His command. Her radiance shone, a beacon clear. The Queen of Heaven. ever near. john. john. john please let me see it too... His final breath. with Christ his goal. In heaven's light, he found his soul, Reunited with his beloved King. In endless joy. with saints to sing. john. john. john let me be a friend to you... with saints to sing. john. john. john let me be a friend to you... With crown of stars, in glory bright, His mother crowned, in purest light.