Not My Will

His sweat was like drops of blood They trickled down to the ground His anguish gushed like a flood In prayer, renewed strength He found ‘Take this cup of wrath from me’ He pleaded with the Father It was in Gethsemane Where He prayed this painful prayer The bitter cup He dreaded The cup of intense suffering So, with the Lord, He pleaded With doleful tears and trembling ‘Not my will but Yours be done’ He prayed in pure submission Though anguished, the Holy One Endured great tribulation He made His way to the Cross He obeyed His dear Father He suffered to save the lost Such love was shown like no other Do we obey the Father? Like the pure and Holy One? Do we tell God in our prayer: ‘Not my will but Yours be done’? Do we pray in submission? Or do we cling too tightly To dreams and aspirations? Do we trust the Almighty? We have our crosses to bear But Christ has gone before us We’re under His loving care Follow the steps of Jesus