Sinless was our Lord’s request
To have the cup pass by Him 

Sinless was our Lord’s request
To have the cup pass by Him
The cup about to try Him
Knowing He must face the test;
Knowing He must drink the cup,
The hour being nigh Him,
And God could not supply Him
Righteous means to pass it up.

“Not my will but Thine be done”
He prayed in resignation;
Our goal is imitation
Of the prayer of God’s own Son.
Those who claim no will at all
Lack Biblical foundation
And hold a deviation
From our high and holy call.

God’s not seeking empty hearts,
But those whose hearts aspire
To something even higher
Than a granted wish imparts.
Men may feel a preference still,
While yielding each desire,
And making an entire,
Full surrender of the will.

Drops of blood our Savior shed,
Though yielded in submission
To His ordained position
And the cross that lay ahead;
Men may also yield control
To God without condition,
Surrend’ring each ambition,
“In an agony” of soul. 

Nita Brainard

For a devotional poem on surrender, see: Yielding