Narrative:
That night, all of my disciples, except for the one who betrayed me, pledged their love and devotion for me. Still I knew that in the end all would forsake me. I even told them, "This very night you will fall away on account of me, for it is written 'I will strike the shepherd and the sheep of the flock will be scattered.'" Peter said that even if it meant his death he would not deny me, and all the others likewise agreed that they too had such devotion. Knowing that my hour was near I went to a garden to pray, and these same men who were willing to die with me only moments before now found it difficult to stay awake and pray. But they would understand soon enough. That night in the garden was the most agonizing part of those final moments. My soul was overwhelmed with sorrow, to the point of death. And being in anguish I prayed more earnestly, and my sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground, and I prayed, my Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me, yet not as I will, but as you will. I had known for a time what my destiny on earth would be, but nevertheless, now that it was here I wondered, could I bear it, was there another way?
Father, Father, is there no other way
Father, Father, I know not what to pray
I've always sought to do Thy will
And that is my desire still
But why do I feel so alone
Such sorrow I have never known
Father, Father, is there no other way
Father, Father, I know not what to pray
Is there a way that you can see
To let this cup pass from me
But even while I spoke those words
Deep in my heart Your voice I heard
Father, Father, there is no other way
Father, Father, I'll do Your will today
