Can a blessing be a curse'
It's so much so and so much worse than the ordinary cry
I feel like I'm gonna die.
Father come save me if You can.
If and when it's in Your plan.
Unless it's all part of Your will
That Your Son be hung and killed.

Sweating blood on holy ground.
The weight of sin is heavy now.
Swords of hatred seek the crowned.
Now that sin is crushing down.

Follow to the Olive Grove,
And listen for the rooster's crow.
All of you will run away and leave on my dying day.
Then the traitor took his turn, and with the kiss he chose to burn.
A tear then trickles down my face.
The Son of Man now meets His fate.