His soul overwhelmed He began to pray,
'If it's possible then take it away.'
'I want to live and I don't want to die.'
'Father let this cup of death pass me by.'
Then great drops of blood poured out from His veins
as He shared His agony and His pains.
When dawn broke and the sun began to shine
He prayed 'Father, Your will be done. Not mine.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem