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
Copyright © Joanne Liaw | Year Posted 2017
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