Mired in depression
Some gloom and despair
Mental and physical burden
Almost too much to bear
In his minds eye a vision
His Savior on bended knee
Praying to the Father
“Let this cup pass over me”
What He uttered next, the reason
In glory the battle was won
For He said “not mine Father
But Your will be done”
The comparison to the burdens
Brought on both guilt and shame
For Jesus accepted all the burden
Took on all the blame
Sensing God had spoken to him
Chasing away all gloom and despair
He embraced his salvation
And the joy forever there.