THE TRUE ROOD
In the garden of Gethsemane
When Jesus prayed alone,
What was the 'cup' he prayed about
I wonder if it 'tis known ?
Calvary's pain was part of it
But what really was the cost
The Son of God was going to pay
To save, redeem the lost ?
At the finality of the ROOD
Hear Christ's expiring breath
For in the garden he had prayed
'Father save me from death.'
For to his Father, he spoke these words
'Not my will but thine be done'
And for his obedience
God did save His Son.
For Jesus knew he had been heard
By his Father up in heaven,
The Book of Hebrews confirms this prayer
Open chapter five and read verse seven.
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