Art by Dali

First stanza of the beautiful
"O Sacred Head Now Wounded"

"O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, Thine only crown.
O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss, till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call Thee mine."

Based on a medieval Latin poem attributed to Bernard of Clairvaux

~*~

He shines in the splendour
Of  His sacrifice
It is the light which
Shines forever
No one or thing can
Douse His  flame
Having put sin to death
For all time
Drowning it with
His lifes  blood
So that humanity
Can be seen
Through His sacrifice
And found innocent

For the Father in heaven
Sees not our faults
When Creator looks
Upon His people
He sees us in the risen Christ
If we have believed
And believing
Accept the truth
The truth which sets us free
The truth which is the splendour
of Christ's sacrifice !

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