Submission

Not My Will,

But Your Will now,

I do know why but I don’t see how

I can drink this cup and face this test

When my Spirit is troubled

And My Heart is stressed.

But at the Cross I leave My Will

And turn to You in Need until

You turn and walk away from Me,

I am forsaken!

You are hurting Me!

But Father, here I am,

Broken,

Waiting in the horrors unspoken,

Six hours will I take on board

What humanity could not afford.

I take their pride, their selfishness,

Their greed and their callousness,

Their evil thoughts and deeds so dark,

They blemish Me,

They pierce My heart.

I take their sickness, grief and loss,

I carry it upon this cross,

In agony I tell the Truth,

I did this all because of You.

Because, Dear Father, You asked of Me,

To love and set the captives free,

To give sight to the blind and open prison doors,

To love like You and care for the poor.

To use My flesh as Son of Man

And enter into Your Good Plan

To fellowship with all You made

And through My Blood remove the grave

Of darkness, separation, grief

I tore the veil and gave men speech –

To confess that I Am the Way, the Truth and Life

To know the Father

And have New Life

So I submit, Dear Father, now

And put My Hand to the Plow

Not looking back I now can see

Man’s hearts submit in Unity

So that they are in Me

And I am in You,

And all who see us will know the Truth,

That Love thrives when one can see

The Foot of the Cross,

Where sinners kneel.