“Father, take this cup.”
You once said in a garden, alone.
Knowing the pain and suffering you were choosing.
You accepted the cup given
Because of obedience
Because of love
You carried a cross on your back
Beaten and mocked and broken inside and out
And You accepted the cross
Because of obedience
Because of love
You took nails in Your hands and feet
A crown of thorns on Your head
Pain and agony, sin thrown on you, a view of God’s back, death
You accepted the horror
Because of obedience
Because of love
I have tasted just a sip of Your cup
I have felt just a shadow of the weight of Your cross
I have known the tiniest portion of Your suffering
Help me to accept each part
Because of obedience
Because of love….
