Creator Bound
Alone,
With no one who cares,
But wishing alone
To the many who hate,
My Lord awaits the dawn
Of His final Day of Sorrows.
O Lord, be not alone
Away from my love.
Teach me to love You
As You desire to be loved.
Blows have closed ear and eye
In numbness and pain.
Lord, let me stand between You
And the cruel blows,
That You may not know anything
But love and gentleness
Against Your Perfection.
Bound in humiliation,
A plaything of the tortured
Of mind and heart,
You close Your eyes to the world,
Hoping for a lull before the storm.
But those possessed
Of darkness and evil designs
Know no rest
And so allow no solitude
In their midst.
Close Your eyes to their hate, dear Lord.
Let me comfort You with love
In the Silence of Your Heart.
Evil gloats at Your humiliation
Thinking to display its power over You.
But You, who know all power,
And You, who possess all Glory,
Silently absorb their abuse
And humiliation
As You think of Your Precious Ones,
The ones who have abandoned You.
O Sacred Heart, so alone,
Let me love You every second
Of every day to eternity,
As You desire.
A man more gentle and kind
Could not be.
A man more possessed
Of immense and passionate love
Could not be.
Every thought, every movement,
Every word, every look,
Was full of compassion,
Was longing for love,
Was full of mercy.
Merciful Savior,
Look not on our sins and our weaknesses,
But on our love and our
Hearts made for You.
This man, most Holy One,
So Majestic in humility,
So silent as they found sport
In acts of irreverence and degradation,
Of senseless pain and agony,
This man cursed not the torturers.
O Lord, help me to love like You.
Keep me in Your Holy Silence.
Show me Your Ways.
Yet His Heart, broken, poured out.
And He searched with His
Gentle eyes of love their souls
For a glint of the Flame
He had put in them.
Finding little Light in their darkness,
He closed His eyes
Surrendering His body
To the Will of the Father
And the whim of the crowd.
Lord, You light my darkness.
Cast Your Light
In my dark and empty soul
That I may awaken to Your Love.
Love poured out
In Sacred Rays from this Heart,
Hoping to melt the ice in their souls.
But the heart of man had grown cold
And the Creator of Love
Who could command the skies to fall
Or the seas to dry up,
Bound and imprisoned,
Yielded to all that was asked, humbly,
In obedience to His desire to set us free.
O Sacred Heart of Love,
Hold me in Your Will
In Perfect Obedience to You.
Free us from the evil,
Free us from the cold and weakness
That binds us.
Free to be bound tightly
To Your Sacred Heart of Love
In which all freedom is found.
We Are Near
Slapped by the Betrayer's kiss,
Abandoned by Your friends,
Your hands that blessed and healed
Were bound tightly behind Your back.
Thus they pushed and paraded You,
Shamefully, through the streets,
As a criminal, for their pleasure.
Your precious Sacred Heart, most pure,
Was thus exposed to insult and harm,
No protection afforded by bound hands.
How that Heart beat as they abused You,
Pushed and beat You,
A plaything for the arrogant,
Tortured by the prideful.
Your most Precious Heart, my Lord,
So unprotected, so shamed,
So precious, so pure,
So merciful Your Love poured forth still.
You, O Lord, whose very thoughts
Could have dissolved Your chains,
Surrendered to the hands of cold hearts,
Ached to free them from their chains
And embrace them in Your arms of Love.
You, O Precious One, who could have brought
Light to their darkness,
Freedom to their captivity,
And the Fire of Love to their icy hearts,
You surrendered to their worldly power
And broke open Your Heart of Love.
Beaten, betrayed,
Insulted, alone,
Your Sacred Heart open to abuse,
You laid tortured and cold
In a shameful cell
Awaiting the indignity of Your trial.
Who could protect Your Precious Heart?
Who could cushion Your Sacred Head
From the cold stone? Yet colder hearts.
Who could sweetly tend Your Wounds,
O King of our hearts,
Most Precious Lamb,
Unblemished, but by our shameful hands.
Let our hearts surround Yours, dear Lord,
To offer You protection
And afford You consolation
As Your Sacred Heart, still abused
By cold and prideful hearts,
Is adored by our loving hearts,
Surrendered to You,
Bound by love,
Exposed as Yours, for Yours,
To the torturers hand.
Rest, dear Lord, cushioned in our love,
And know that we are near.
I Am, Speaks Love
You are dragged before us like a criminal.
You, Lord of Life, Savior God;
You, “trouble maker,” radical for Love.
Your Words push us past the comfort zone.
Your actions convict us causing discomfort and shame.
Shame is not a feeling we live with well
And forgiveness we seldom understand.
You stand in Truth, You stand in Love.
You show us the Way, but Your Way
Is not on our maps.
With their power given from above
Your judges look You in the eyes and ask:
“Are You the Son of the Living God?”
Before them stands the Truth Incarnate
And they wait for You to lie
To save Your human life
When before them stands Life itself!
Yet more blind than the blind men you healed
Are they who say they can see.
More guilty for they lead the innocent
To their blindness.
“Are You the Son of God?” they repeat,
Your Silence deafening.
“I AM,” Truth speaks, softly,
Echoing through the Words of Prophets
And resonating with the Words of Yahweh
From the Holy Mountain:
“I AM THAT I AM.”
He speaks, our God, our Truth,
And all who seek the Truth hear His voice.
“I AM,” echoes in our chambers,
Shattering all doubt,
Absorbed by hearts of Truth,
Repelled by hearts of darkness,
Coming to rest, like a Dove,
In the minds and hearts of people of faith.
The sound of the High Priest’s robes tearing
Jars any peace remaining,
Ripping apart the heart and soul
Of Your Presence in our temples.
Your eyes of Love follow Your people
As they wrestle with darkness.
“Choose me,” they seem to say;
“Choose Life.”
Human tears well up in Your Divine Eyes
As Your gaze falls on the undecided ones.
“Come to me,” Your Heart cries.
“Choose My Love and live with Me forever.
It is I, You loving God!”
But the undecided fear and turn away
Choosing the gray that turns to darkness
Over the Light of Truth.
Your Heart, the center of Your Church,
Is ripped out and cast aside,
The stone rejected.
Dragged through the streets
Into the arena of the secular world,
We place You before them
Then abandon You in fear.
Your Sacred Heart, so overflowing,
Stands alone, crying out for Love,
Already pierced in Your Heart,
A million times and more,
By our turning away from
Your Heart of Love.
You stand alone, O Heart of Love,
Breaking for us,
Pouring out Your Blood of Redemption
To a world untouched.
Let our hearts run to Yours, O Lord,
And fill us with Your Love You ache to share.
Let Your Blood of Redemption
Surge through our hearts into our souls
Becoming rivers of love
Touching all who thirst for You.
The Lamb Approaches
The Lamb approaches,
Pure of Heart, unspoiled,
Full of Hope,
Seeking Love.
The Lamb approaches,
Unwilling to close His Heart,
He takes His chances,
Seeking Love.
The Lamb approaches
Closer still,
His softness inviting our touch,
His sweetness inviting our embrace,
His gentleness softening our hearts.
As He searches deep into our hearts
With His soft eyes of Love,
Do we embrace Him
Drawing Him closer still
Or do we turn away
Leaving Him alone, unloved?
Do we carry Him into our hearts
Setting Him on the Throne of Love
Or do we cast Him out
Leaving Him alone on the Altar of Sacrifice?
This lamb, so Perfect,
Inflames love in the pure of heart,
Inflames hate in the dark of heart.
There is no middle ground
To His embrace.
To ignore His approach,
To refuse His loving advance,
Is to crucify Him in our hearts
As His soft eyes of love
Turn away, gripped in pain,
Broken in Heart,
Alone, abandoned, cut down,
Slaughtered in His
Most loving, most soft,
Most sweet, most Sacred Heart.
Come to us, O Sacred Heart of the Lamb,
And let us embrace Your sweetness,
Let us absorb Your Precious Love,
Moving our hearts,
Healing our souls,
As the Lamb becomes the Shepherd
Leading our wandering hearts home.
My Rock
Peter! Peter! Peter!
It is I, Jesus!
I catch your glance
But you turn away.
You, my chosen!
You who echoed the Father's Voice;
You whose faithful heart
Comforted mine so often.
You turn from Me
And I am left comfortless!
Here I stand alone,
In mockery, in abandonment..
All that is in My Heart
I have shared with you, my friend.
You keep the keys to my kingdom
In your heart,
But you bow to fear
And turn away.
I watch as you stumble away
Ducking into the shadows.
O Father, is this Your plan?
Could he be the one, the rock,
That We will build on?
My Heart aches, my eyes tear,
As I stand helpless, loveless,
Watching you leave,
My dearest friend,
As the great trial begins
That will lead to My Cross.
I hear your tears
From the distance.
They echo from the walls
Of the Via Dolorosa
Torturing my heart
With your pain and confusion.
As the guards lead me off,
I glance over my shoulder for you,
Hoping you will follow
Not too far behind.
My Peter, My rock.
The Trial of Light
Silence surrounds You;
Like a deep forest, drinking in scattered sound,
You draw all to Yourself without a word.
Your soft eyes speak only Love,
A love so deep no man comprehends,
Yet every man craves.
Looking into these eyes
One is drawn into eternity
And either wants to stay here
Or turn away.
Silent You stand before Your accusers.
Your Heart pours forth Your Love even then.
Disarmed by Your grace,
Confused by Your love,
They look for the way out
Avoiding Your eyes and
Ignoring Your Heart.
Silent in speech but screaming in Heart,
Every moment You cry out in love
For even those calling for Your death.
Your Heart is so pure, so sacred
That no one can approach its grace
Without calling You King.
King it is, Your awesome offense.
King of Kings, Lord of Lords.
Unable to stand in Your Perfect Presence unconvicted,
We are reminded of our weaknesses;
Our clouded reflection dims, then darkens
Next to Your Perfect Light.
Truth before us,
Love surrounds us,
Grace warms us,
We bow before You,
Captured by Your Love.
But those of dark hearts
Turn away from Your brilliance
As the darkness comprehends not the Light.
So the dark of heart call
For the Light to be extinguished.
Send Him away!
Whip some sense into Him, they cry,
Hoping the anger of injustice
Would dim those eyes of Love.
As Your Body is slashed,
Your Precious Blood released,
They are so shaken by the release
Of Your Redeeming Blood
That they must crown You King with thorns
And make a mockery of the Truth
To hide their trembling hearts.
Still Your Silence,
Still Your eyes, a window
Into Your Sacred Heart.
Confused by the power of Your Truth,
They flex the muscles of worldly power.
Unmoved, You defy the power in dark hearts.
Handing You over to the fear of the people
Assured that ignorance would seal Your fate,
They wash their hands of Your Blood.
Yet it was only Your Precious Blood
That could wash them clean.
We are safe now in our shadows, we think.
As we lift the Cross to Your shoulders
We watch You struggle down the path to death
With our sins on Your back.
The darkness follows, jumping on Your back,
Pounding You down,
Delighting in Your pain.
The darkness You carry, now bound to You,
Dies with Your silent death;
The power of the world is broken
As Your Body breaks,
A sacrifice of Pure Love;
Darkness cannot survive
In the Presence of Pure, Sacrificial Love
But dies as the night with the dawning,
The rising of the Light.
Crown of Thorns
Crown of thorns
Piercing through to the skull,
Every movement piercing deeper still,
Shooting pain to all parts of You;
Reminder of the Sacred Head
That should be adorned with
Our greatest gifts, our most adoring love,
Is instead pierced with the agony
Of humiliation and ridicule.
Your eyes close, too painful to open,
As Your Precious Blood flows,
Blinding You, stinging Your eyes.
Close Your eyes, dear Lord,
To our ignorance,
To our arrogance,
To our blindness.
Let us gently bathe Your face
With the waters of our repentance.
Let us tenderly remove each thorn
By our acts of deep sacrificial love.
Let us soothe each wound
With the kiss of our hearts
Given completely over to You.
Let us tenderly love You back
Until the day when Your Heart moves
With the joy of love returned
And Your eyes open again
To our hearts on fire for Your Love.
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