Instead His words were, Father not my will
But yours alone I wish be done
I think God's eyes then filled with tears
At the devotion, of His precious Son.
Six long hours, He bore such pain
For us, eternal life to gain
As His life slowly diminished
Loudly He cried out. It is finished.
In a borrowed tomb, He was laid
At the end of that Friday
But praise the God of heaven
Sunday was on the way.
There on that resurrection morning
From that tomb, He came forth
The battle of the ages, He had won
JESUS, GOD'S OWN BELOVED SON.