The cross would weigh as Jesus prayed,
In agony, “take this from me,”
Is there a way, some other way,
Sin can be paid?
It’s only by Your sweat and blood,
Holy, only Son of God,
It’s only by Your blood,
Only by Your blood,
For Calvary’s hill,
Was the Father’s will,
The Father’s will,
To shed Your blood.
Betrayer’s kiss on Righteousness,
Falsely accused, beaten and bruised,
There was no way, no other way,
Sin could be paid.
By sweat and blood and endless love,
You took Wrath’s cup and drank it up,
You are the way, the only way,
Our sins are paid.
Behind the lines
(Luke 22:39-48 ESV)
 And he came out and went, as was his custom, to the Mount of Olives, and the disciples followed him.  And when he came to the place, he said to them, “Pray that you may not enter into temptation.”  And he withdrew from them about a stone’s throw, and knelt down and prayed,  saying, “Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me. Nevertheless, not my will, but yours, be done.”  And there appeared to him an angel from heaven, strengthening him.  And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly; and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling down to the ground.  And when he rose from prayer, he came to the disciples and found them sleeping for sorrow,  and he said to them, “Why are you sleeping? Rise and pray that you may not enter into temptation.”
 While he was still speaking, there came a crowd, and the man called Judas, one of the twelve, was leading them. He drew near to Jesus to kiss him,  but Jesus said to him, “Judas, would you betray the Son of Man with a kiss?”