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.