There is hope for the prodigal Rescue for the weary soul Nothing is impossible with God Even the grave Even the grave Even the grave, could not hold Him down In the garden of Gethsemane Jesus prayed upon His knees Father will you take this cup from me? Then came the battle cry Victory for you and I Father not my will, Your's be done Not my will but Your's Not my will but Your's Not my will but Your's, Your's be done There is hope for the prodigal Rescue for the weary soul Nothing is impossible with God Even the grave Even the grave Even the grave, could not hold Him down Come sing the battle cry Victory for you and I Father not our will, Your's be done Not our will but Your's Not our will but Your's Not our will but Your's Your's be done Even the grave Even the grave Even the grave, could not hold Him down