Lovely Lamb of God
Trembling in the garden
Beads of blood are rolling
From his hands clutching at His brow
Anguished are His silent sighs
The closest of his friends
Slumber near the garden
Could they not awaken
And keep watch with Him for an hour?
In the night alone he prays
In the night alone
In the night alone
In the night alone
He prays
The dread of this dark hour
His heart had tasted daily
But now a demon whispers
"Like a bird you can fly away
To the mountain fly away"
Then His troubled soul
Cries from Calvary's shadow
"Father if it's able then I ask
This cup to pass from me
But not my will, but thine be done"
Not my will but thine
Not my will but thine
Not my will but thine
Be done
© 2008 by Stephen Popovich
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