"In great anguish he prayed even more fervently;his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground." -- Luke 22:44
O Lord I do not want to die
Father in heaven
I don't want to hear the bitter lies, endure their angry blows
Holy is your name
I could call upon the angels
Thy kingdom come
Crowned with humiliation, pain, blood
Thy will be done.
I don't want to hang upon that tree, endure
that pain
On this frail pathetic earth
I could claim the Holy City
As in heaven
My friends will desert me, flee in the night
Forgive them their sins
Leaving me to be stripped, beaten, whipped
Yet I will forgive
Iron spikes will pierce my hands, my feet
Mocking soldiers will kill me
I will gasp for air. My skin nailed to wood--
Lead me not into temptation
I could yet escape this carpenter's end
Deliver me from evil.
Abba, I will drink the poisoned cup
Thine is the kingdom
I will climb the tree
Thine is the power
I will endure and bleed and die
Thine will be the glory
Your word is clear.
Forever.
©1995 John Schreiber
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