You heard my calling to wife and job and home
Quiet whispers of tenderness oh my child the one l love
But I spoke through the prophets, my word was written down
My word is for freedom, and my call is to die for those I love
My will is not your own
My call is not to comfortable life or home
My call is to suffer; lay down your life
You want to be like me, full of peace and joy and light
Like a saint walking righteously, to the likes of those you're like
But I cared for the outcast, the homeless and the poor
If you seek to follow, then your cross is to give your life to those
My will is not your own
My call is not to loving only men who love you
My call is to suffer; lay down your life
Let this glass pass from me
I don't want to give my life and die for enemies
But let Your will be done in me
I will drink the cup of death that You've prepared for me
And for those I love
Abba My will will be Your own
Abba My call is not to reign in the way they hoped
My call is to suffer, Father here's my life
Eli Eli Lama Sabacthani
Tetelstai