When I said I wanted to follow
In Jesus’ footsteps
I think I might have forgotten
That they led to a cross.
Now it starts to sound so hollow
The prayers and the songs
And all I can think of
Is all I have lost.
Father, Father, Father
I’m here in the garden.
Is this what it’s like
To be truly alone?
Father, Father, Father,
I can feel my heart harden
How can I dare
To approach your throne?
I cry and cry and cry again
I can see Gethsemane
Lying ahead.
The death of glory; the death of fame
O Father have mercy!
No- Father glorify your name.
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