Verse 1:
Come see our Lord, when he knelt to pray
And there he wept, with a cry of pain
The anguish of, of the day ahead
The heavy weight he was bound to bear
The night was dark, yet his face is bowed
The silence breaks as he prays aloud
With sorrow filled, as his heart is torn
He whispers, "not my will, but yours be done"
Verse 2:
Come, see our Lord as we walked the road
A crown of thorns and a crimson robe
The curse of sin weighed upon his heart
The bitter cup that he drank for us
The word of life to the darkness came
Scorned by the world that his hands had made
Deserted by the almighty God
He cries out, 'not my will but yours be done."
Verse 3:
Come, see our Lord at the empty tomb
His hands held out with a hope renewed
The risen Son overcomes the grave
That we would walk in our Father's ways
So now we bow to the King of Kings
We trust his call and his perfect will
Through all our days, he will hold us near
As we pray, 'not my will, but yours be done.'
CCLI Song # 7287277| © 2025 Alanna Glover, Philip Percival| emumusic.com
Scripture References:
Luke 22:42
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