XII
Jesus Dies on the Cross
You hang there as Your life ebbs out.
The hour of death is lonely.
All previous hours seem very far away.
Lord, that cry of desperation to the Father frightens me.
If only You could have been a success!
But then, this is success.
In Your body You have conquered sin.
Success comes dear in the arena; it's not in ticker tape parades.
Now, even I can find success
If I accept the way things are,
If I face sin within myself
And don't waste time looking for it elsewhere.
Lord, don't let me lose myself in appearances.
On that dark hill Your life is coming to a close.
They are mocking You, Lord, priests and people, careless passers - by.
The soldiers are throwing dice for Your clothes.
It's absurd, Lord; sin is absurd.
"Father, forgive them...."
Lord, is there no bitterness in You?
Will Your spirit never despair of gathering all your people?
"Father into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Lord, You have placed me in the Father's hands.
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