If I Must, Then Let Me Die Poem by Garrett Westcott
If I Must, Then Let Me Die
Grief stricken and alone
The Savior's friends are sleeping at His anguished hour
Desperate for a change of plan
Jesus leans upon the Father's power
Dear Father, not My will but Yours be done
You are the Father and I am Your Son
With You all things are possible
And You are greater than I
So, if I must, then let Me die
Monday, March 19, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: father,grief,savior,son
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