| PRAYER OF A MASOCHIST |
| On Calgary You were crowned King with a halo of thorns And annointed in Your own blood Nails penetrated Your skin and Through Your screams You ONLY prayed for Your assailants Your blood fell as rose petals onto the face of Your mother And to our undeserving Earth In those precious pearls of blood, others were made clean In Your gaping wounds, others were made whole In Your death, a people found new life And as You rose to new life, others found redemption and rest Help me to not lose sight of this: That when I bleed, You bleed with me And that my wounds are a mere manifestations of Your own since You took on my sorrow during Your plight of the cross As You were marked as the world's sacrificial lamb and You bore all of our sins Help me give You my hard work and my pain For it is rightfully Yours So that i may not revel in it But offer it as a living prayer Silent and unspoken as a prayer should be So that in my toils, burdens shall be lifted And in my darkest hour Your light will consume me |
| I had to do a prayer service for a small group of people from all over the South and I needed a prayer, so i wrote one. Hope you like it. |