Dear Father, with a loud voice, I cry out
to you like Jesus did... If you will, let this cup pass from me.

I hear the echo of my voice bouncing back
from the mountain that I told to move into the sea.

I have yelled and I have spoken softly.
Yet, this mountain still stands rigid, winking at me... Lord, won't You interfere?

Even if all hope seem lost, in You will I still put my trust. I succumb to Your will, let it be done.