Not My Will, But Thine Be Done

In the Garden of Gethsemane kneeled the Son of God, pleading with the Father to show mercy to The Flawed. “Not my will, but Thine be done,” Christ cried in suffering as blood sweat from His every pore, yet none was more willing. Just as our Savior’s faithful words left His trembling lips, came Judas with his multitude and Christ’s cheek he did kiss. For with this very act of love Judas willingly betrayed our Savior to the raging crowds, whose anger would not fade. They took Him first to Caiaphas, who proclaimed God’s Son guilty, said, “Take him now to Pilate, who will do our shameful deed.” And so to Pilate they took Him, who said, “Jesus Christ has not broken any Roman laws. No punishment be brought. But if thou art not satisfied with the verdict I do choose, then send him forth to King Herod, who reigns o’er all the Jews.” And though to Herod’s courts they brought Him, made Him stand there to be judged, not one single word escaped His lips. Christ’s endurance would not budge. They spit on Him, they cursed His name, accused and questioned without end. But ne’er did He open his mouth. Our Redeemer they condemned. So to Pilate He was brought once more, and as Pilate knew Him guiltless, he tried to make the people see that Christ had ne’er transgressed. But when brought before the people they cried in one determined voice, “Release unto us Barabbas!” And they would not rescind their choice. Therefore, Pilate, filled with sorrow, was forced to follow through with the decision of the people. He thought there nothing he could do. He gave to them Barabbas, released the murderer from prison. They chose to save a wicked man In place of God’s First Son. Then they took our Savior’s hand and they took our Savior’s feet, and bound Him to the fatal cross, which He bore through all the streets. And there, upon Golgotha, All could hear the hamm’ring beat of dull nails being driven through our dear Lord’s hands and feet. And there, the soldiers mocked Him, Looked up to Christ and shouted, “If ye truly be the Son of God, then let us see thee get out, And save yourself, O mighty king! Come down from your cross!” But there upon the cross He stayed. He genuinely loved us. He did not stay his misery, but endured the endless torment. He suffered for our sins and pains, and thus was the Atonement. “Not my will, but Thine be done,” Christ cried in suffering as blood sweat from His every pore, yet none was more willing. He feels our pain, He knows our mind and grants to us forgiveness. Because of His great sacrifice we too, can become sinless. “Not my will, but Thine be done,” Christ cried in suffering as blood sweat from His every pore, yet none was more willing “Fear not, for I am with thee,” Christ whispers lovingly, As He stretches scarred hands forth to us. No soul is more willing