Good Friday, 2011 April 21, 2011
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Lo, there He hangs –
A shamed figure pinioned to the wood.
God grant that I might love Him
Even as I should.
I draw a little closer
To feel His love divine,
And hear Him gently whisper,
Ah, precious child of mine –
If now I should embrace thee,
My hands would stain thee red,
And if I leaned to whisper,
My thorns would pierce thy head.
Twas there I learned in sorrow
That Love demands a price;
Twas then I learned that suffering
is but the kiss of Christ.
A Trappist Monk
Beautiful, may God bless you!