I would like to offer You the perfect,
But all I have is me.
So, here I am,
Sorrowful, in all my misery.
In hope I approach You,
Through the gaping wound in Your Side,
Through which flowed Your Mercy,
Your Final Word.
Wash me, Son of God,
In that endless river,
Your Life poured out
Throughout Time.
I stand, I kneel,
Then prostrate
At Your Cross,
I wait to receive You.
You are taken down,
And placed in Mary’s arms,
It is in her arms,
I find You.
There with You,
I am held fast,
Giving and receiving,
The Love You have won for Me.
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