You often ask me to be humble…
To comply as I endure so much pain…
I do so to please you, My Heavenly Father…
Unconditionally, without refrain…

As we are so often tempted…
By evilness with fiery horns…
Oh, Father, not my will, but thine be done…
As I sit here with my crown of thorns…

You often ask me to be selfless…
To always do what’s right…
I do so to please you, My Heavenly Father…
Unconditionally, as I pray throughout the night…

Who so often gives up their children…
The mother who forever mourns…
Oh, Father, not my will, but thine be done…
As I sit here with my crown of thorns…

You often ask me to love you…
To always turn the other cheek…
I do so to please you, My Heavenly Father…
Unconditionally, without replete…

We Christians are men of substance…
As the disbeliever who so often scorns…
Oh, Father, not my will, but thine be done…
As I sit here with my crown of thorns…

You often ask me to respect you…
To always honor your name…
I do so to please you, My Heavenly Father…
Unconditionally, without any shame…

As soldiers and sailors perish…
In the seas from her wretched storms…
Oh, Father, not my will, but thine be done…
As I sit here with my crown of thorns…

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