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He has withdrawn to the garden alone
He goes after prayer
His eternal father is the one who has called him
His sweat runs

Only he knows that a hard test he must go through
He raises his eyes,
looks to the sky
begins to cry out:

Father,
if possible, take this cup from me
But,
not as I want
let your will be done

Father,
if possible, take this cup from me
But,
not as I want
let your will be done

You like him through many hard tests
you will have to go
with his power, with sufficiency
you will face them

Even if you think you can't anymore
that you won't endure
raise your eyes, look to the sky
imitate him in crying out:

Father,
if possible, take this cup from me
But,
not as I want
let your will be done
Father,
if possible, take this cup from me
But,
not as I want
let your will be done