Abba, Father, I am so afraid!

Have I not all your commands obeyed?

Then let me live, oh! Do not let me die!

Could you have been a better son than I?


Although I go to you, there will be pain,

exhaustion, sorrow, loneliness and shame,

a lamb to slaughter. Mighty as you are

you’ll watch me perish and not interfere.


Get thee behind me, Satan!  Even now

you tempt me to forsake my sacred vow

to suffer so that all may be redeemed.

I am not now so weak as first I seemed.


Friends will scatter.  Some of them will stay:

my mother, John, the women on the way

to Golgotha, a blessed stranger fetched

my cross to bear until The Skull be reached

and one will keep this body till I wake

in three days’ time, when Love has conquered Death.


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