Fear binds my trembling blinded soul.
“Father, take this cup away!”
I long for Thee with all I am.
Yet doubt invades, consumes,
Keeps me far from Thee. Why
Must I hate Thy cross? Why seek
What is not Thee, to passing
Pleasures cling? I want them not,
But only Thee, who art
Forever. That agony reigns
As I come before Thy throne.
I fall exhausted at Thy feet.
“Father, let Thy will be done!”
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