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.

Aaa - Ah My will is not your own;
Aaa - Ah 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.

Aaa - Ah My will is not your own;
Aaa - Ah 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