I fought the good fight, I finished the race.
Now my persecutors I have to face.
But, Lord, I don’t want to leave this land.
Please take this cup away from my hand.
I don’t see, Lord. Why me, Lord?
Do I not have a say?
The hour’s near, Lord, and I fear, Lord,
So in Gethsemane I pray.
I walked across water, turned water to wine.
My death on the cross will be one more sign.
But, Lord, I plead, don’t make it end now.
There must be a way to change it somehow.
Help me see, Lord, why it’s me, Lord.
Does it have to end this way?
My death is near, Lord. Calm my fear, Lord,
For in Gethsemane I pray.
Upon the cheek, the kiss of death.
Up on the cross, ‘til my last breath.
I don’t think I am ready yet.
But, Lord, I know Your mind is set.
Now I see, Lord. It is me, Lord.
The cost of sins will be paid.
Their men draw near, Lord, but You are here, Lord,
For in Gethsemane I prayed.
