Supersith

That night you went To the garden to pray, to plead For another way, anything but what you knew You were about to go through Your sweat turned to blood, As you begged of the Father That the cup would pass Oh! That it would pass, but still you surrendered to his will, Forsaking your own desires And you chose to die, a most cruel, humiliating death To save our wretched souls, becasue you loved us so We didn't deserve it, not even a scratch, yet you took the whip, you felt the crown You bore the cross, and were pierced by the nails "Father, forgive them," You prayed, "they know not what they do" And as your father turned his bac