All eyes on a garden - a kneeling man Cries out to his father, “Take this cup if you can.” A gasp heard in heaven - angels can’t bear Watch the scene of a broken man crying down there. The fate of the world is now left unsure, The plan for salvation could stutter and fall. It hangs on a man who feels so much pain; His burden is great, his sweat falls like rain. Urgent discussion - is there a way out? No sign of the Father, beginnings of doubt. Fervently pray that the man will find strength, Agonised moment, unspeakable length. Until . . . A look of decision. All heaven awaits. Resolution is formed, no time for debate. “Not my will but yours,” he’ll follow the way Ordained by the Father. He’ll face the next day. All happens so quickly - soldiers arrive. Fulfil their destiny, keep our hope alive. Man stands on trial; he’s committed no wrong. Agony in heaven as the Father looks on. A sprinkle of water - case is dismissed In the hands of the Jews who betrayed with a kiss. The sentence is passed: a criminal’s death. Hang on a cross, no dignity left. Each blow of nails through hands and through feet Echoes through heaven - a desperate beat. The Father winces as his son hangs down there In desolate loneliness, there’s no one to care. Dignitaries mock as the sinless one dies. “Father, forgive,” is all he replies. His life ebbs away, the darkness descends. “It is finished!” he shouts. The struggle just ends. Leaderless people - the light has gone out. Fail to see what the anguish was about. They don’t understand that he had to die; They secretly mourn, and simply ask why. The third day dawns and it all becomes clear: The tomb is empty, there’s nobody here. "The Lord is alive,” the angels rejoice. Relief in heaven, for he made the right choice. The great gamble worked - he carried our sin, Died on the cross so we could go in. United to the Father through the Son. Mission accomplished and the victory won.