His Cry

It was the way He cried, as He was on His knees praying out to His Father. His tears poured out from the depth of His heart. "O, Father take this cup from me!" He shouted in anguish. As He prayed His sweat turned to blood. A taste of what was to come. As the blood fell from His crown, He knew He would experience the sting of death. He surrendered the cup to His Father, saying "not my will, but Yours be done" He let go. He let God take Him to the darkest point of  His short life. He surrendered His will for that of His Fathers. He died a harsh and brutal death so we may have a taste of life. So we may know what it means to live. For it says we were dead, but now we are alive in Christ. It took death to bring us life. Each day as I inhale, I can be grateful that Jesus exhaled His last breath for me. That He laid down His will in that garden, even though He knew what was to come. Because of Christ I am living, not just physically, but I am spiritually alive. I am able to now remove my hands from my will, from my desires in order to take the cup God has given me. Now I am a living sacrifice. Daily dying for the sake of Christ. For I cry out in the darkness, pleading my case before God. But I know I can surrender my will because I had a perfect example who did the same. Now I can cry out, "not my will, but Yours be done."