The changed prayer was wrought out upon His knees!
With greatest reverence, and a hush in our voices, let us say that there alone with the Father came the clearer understanding of the Father's actual will under these circumstances.

Into the woods my Master went
Clean forspent, forspent;
Into the woods my Master came
Forspent with love and shame.
But the olives they were not blind to Him,
The little gray leaves were kind to Him
The thorn-tree had a mind to Him
When into the woods He came.

Out of the woods my Master went
And He was well content;
Out of the woods my Master came
Content with death and shame.
When death and shame would woo Him last
From under the trees they drew Him last
'Twas on a tree they slew Him - last
When out of the woods He came.
by Sidney Lanier

True prayer is wrought out upon the knees alone with God.
With deepest reverence, and in awed tones, let it be said, that that was true of Jesus in the days of His humanity.
How infinitely more of us!