Jesus,  My Lord

Only You my Lord                        

could survive such tortures.             

Only You my Lord                        

could withstand such pain,                       

suffering and insults                    

and remain                                

so calm, loving, forgiving;                 

and be ready to die for me.

Your love, 

Your pain and suffering                                 
(which to me are ‘just words’      
for it happened so long ago)          
I don’t want to see,                          

nor to accept my responsibility        

   for inflicting them on You;                       

yet You are still ready to die for me.         
                                                                                   
Only You my Lord                        
can be so patient                    
and love me unconditionally,

even in my ignorance

and mindless transgressions

which keep spreading continually

from me to the world;

yet You are ready to die for me.

Jesus, my Lord,
I’m like Thomas
who had to see to believe;
I too had to see
to realise how guilty I am
of sending You to the Cross,
the tortures, the pain and the shame;

yet You are ready to die for me again, and again, and again
… and I bow my head in sorrow and shame…

What life there is

on this earth for me

oh Jesus, my Lord,

please let me be

an example of Your love

for all to see…

…..so You won’t have to die again for me.