J.M.J.
J.M.J.
THE PASSION AND COMPASSION
ONCE AGAIN, DEAR LORD, I FAILED
AS ON THE CROSS YOUR HANDS I NAILED.
I HELD THE LANCE THAT PIERCED YOUR SIDE
THAT I HAD DIPPED IN MY OWN PRIDE.
I PLACED THE CROWN UPON YOUR HEAD
WITH THORNS THAT MY AMBITIONS FED.
I SEE YOUR BODY STRIPPED AND SCARRED,
AND STILL YOUR LOVE I DISREGARD.
ALTHOUGH, DEAR LORD, I CAUSED YOUR DEATH,
YOU GAVE ME LIFE WITH YOUR LAST BREATH.
HOW CAN YOU LOVE ME, LORD, WHEN I
YOUR BODY JUST DID CRUCIFY?
HOW CAN I, LORD, DESERVE ALL THIS
WHEN I BETRAYED YOU WITH A KISS?
FOR ALL I DID AND DID NOT DO,
FORGIVE ME, LORD, I BEG OF YOU.
AS I NOW CONTEMPLATE YOUR LOSS,
I FEEL THE WEIGHT OF MY OWN CROSS.
I FEEL THE THORNS, THE NAIL, AND THE LANCE;
DEAR LORD, PLEASE GIVE ME ONE LAST CHANCE.
HOW CAN I FOR MY SINS AMEND
THAT MY LOVE WITH YOU WOULD NOT END?
DEAR LORD, I’LL GLADLY FOLLOW YOU
BUT TELL ME FIRST WHAT I MUST DO.
“PICK UP YOUR CROSS AND FOLLOW ME
ALONG MY PATH TO CALVARY;
AND OFFER UP TO ME YOUR PAIN,
AND THEN MY KINGDOM YOU WILL GAIN.”
“THY WILL BE DONE”
3-27-1997