My Father in heaven, take this cup from me
But not as I will it, let your will be done through me
The soldiers approached his disciples in fear
Peter draws his sword and severs one's ear
Jesus surrenders without a fight
As he's taken away in the dark of the night
As the cock crows, Peter begins to cry
Told by Jesus, three times he would deny
Convicted and accused of blasphemy
Pilate is pressured and gives a decree
In a courtyard filled with a crowd
They cursed at him so load
Pilate is seated upon his throne
Jesus stands there all alone
A murderer is spared and set free
The carpenters make a cross from a tree
His Flesh was beaten from his bones
He did not scream or even moan
A crown of thorns thrust upon his head
His precious blood dripping, he was almost dead
Pilate washed his hands of the whole affair
Our Lord knew fully, his time was near
So he took up his cross with our sins how it weighed
Each step he took to his Father he prayed
Falling three times he suffered in pain
Please, my Father in Heaven, let this not be in vain
On the cross he was thrown, his eyes looked up to heaven
He felt so alone with this cross he was given
Nailed and lifted his eyes looked down
For his garments dice rolled across the ground
His mother's heartbroken with tears in her eyes
The dark clouds gathered above in the sky
Forgive them Father for they know not what they do
His head fell limp and his mission was through
Lightning, thunder, and rain from the sky
There was no doubt now for our sins he had died
God the Father's love is so great for everyone
That He gave us Himself as He gave us His Son
Amen! God's Servant
Anthony Raymond
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