They spit and they mock me and they curse my name.
If this cup can pass from me but not My will your will reign.
There speech is against on this wood my flesh hangs.
.......ABBA! ABBA! Why have you forsaken me?
Counting all my bones, blood drips from my brain
Unique wipes for the Romans who curses my name.
But holy is the Father, I will comeback in three days.