In the bible we read of a beautiful prayer,
A fervent prayer sent to heaven above;
It was prayed by a heart that was laden with care,
And filled with such wonderful love.
You can catch the sad tone of His voice as He said,
“Thy will, not my own must be done.”
As a lamb to the slaughter He soon must be led,
To die as the Crucified One!
As He prayed their alone in such deep agony,
It was a most beautiful prayer;
Just to think His great heart was broken for me,
That He, my great sorrow, must share.
When the Savior was praying in the garden of Gethsemane,
He said, “Loving Father, if you will let this cup pass from me”;
I know He was thinking of the anguish death would bring His own,
How deep was His sorrow, when Jesus was praying alone!
-Letha Maness
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