GETHSEMANE

I pledge allegiance to the spirit

Never to exchange my soul for what just the flesh will merit

For my soul to be a castaway, then this flesh should rather perish

And in my evil day

Left with no words to say

Before life and death where my soul is being taken away

I’ll remember, that

I pledge allegiance to the spirit

I know the Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak

At this Garden of gethsemane, the cross is all that I see

All the toil in vain, and sweating the blood that I bleed

And Can this cup be taken away from me? are the words that I plead —

Cuz when I feel the weight of the cross that’s ahead and I see the thorns about to crown my head and I’ll thirst for water but vinegar is what I’ll be fed then I feel is better to drop this burden off my head

Because this point, is not just a place of choice but a war ground

The flesh against the spirit and the spirit against the flesh, agony is the war sound

Wish I could carry this cross my own way, but naaa, this one is fate bound

Now Stranded between my choice and your will? Indeed I’m already confound

My background putting my back to the ground

at the background, wish I could backdown!

If death is an appointment, then I wish I could turndown

Cuz Ive not even step into the game, but I’m already the playground!

 

Three hours on gethsemane, praying for a turnaround

Cuz I turn around, I’m alone, there’s no way around

Betrayal already on the way coming, but there’s no way to run

Gleaned to my Father in prayers, but the world keeps on whispering are you really his son

Right then, the pictures of the cross

Crossing my mind and it’s so real as if I’m already on the cross

Across the other end is the pain of even carrying the cross, it’s a valley

And with no strength in me how do I even cross this cross

And there comes another voice saying but you have a choice

You can choose to walk away, and go and rejoice

Leave the cross, choose your own way

Stop the pursuit and your pains will go away

But nevertheless,

Father, I take a stance

Behind the scenes is scary but I don’t want fear to play the stunt

So let your strength fill up my crippled legs even as I opt to stand

And I should drink this cup, then father thy will be done…