No. 17 : GETHSEMANE

JESUS : (Sings)
So this is it, we're nearly there, my work is nearly done,
But now, we're here I'm not prepared for what there is to come,
My grief, it burns inside of me, it nearly breaks my heart,
The sorrow nearly crushes me, it's tearing me apart.
I don't want to be your sacrifice, I don't want to be the one,
I don't want to drink your poison, how could you kill your son?
Take this suffering away from me, 
I don't want to die so don't send me,
You're breaking my heart, Lord, can't you see?
It's breaking my heart so don't send me,
It's breaking my heart so don't send me.

I know it's your will, O Father, but can't you change your mind?
Can't you reconsider, can't you see, Lord, are you blind?
Can't you see I'm frightened, can't you smell my fear?
Can't you hear my anguish, can't you taste my tears?


But I know it's your will, O Father, and your will, it must be done,
So I'll take this cup you offer, I'll end what you've begun.
I know you've got your reasons, I know you've got it planned,
So, I'll do the things you ask of me, but don't ask me to understand.