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In the stillness of night, Jesus enters Gethsemane, carrying the weight of the world. His soul is overwhelmed with sorrow, a burden too heavy to bear. Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from me. He finds them sleeping, Stay awake and pray, the spirit is willing. In agony he prays, Not my …

In the stillness of night, Jesus enters Gethsemane, carrying the weight of the world. His soul is overwhelmed with sorrow, a burden too heavy to bear. Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from me. He finds them sleeping, Stay awake and pray, the spirit is willing. In agony he prays, Not my will, but Yours be done. The hour has come, betrayal is near, and destiny awaits.