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Bleeding, Jesus anguished in the garden that day
No one understood what was coming or what He faced
Already agonizing over the prospect of becoming sin
It was a matter of love, it was a matter of when
Rocking and shaking knowing the cross was so close
Through the bloody sweat in His eyes He beheld a rose
He envisioned the Roman Soldiers crushing his brow
It was a matter of love, it was a matter of how
Jesus foresaw the scourging and hate-raised fists
Soon Judas would show up with his betraying kiss
Jesus interceded in prayer for every lost soul
It was a matter of love, it was a matter of woe
Finally Jesus submitted to the perfect will of God
He whispered, "Not my will but yours be done"
It was a matter of love, it was a matter of when
It was a matter of love, how can you resist?
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