“Those passing by reviled him, shaking their heads and saying, ‘You who would destroy the temple and rebuild it in three days, save yourself, if you are the Son of God, (and) come down from the cross!’” Mt 27:39-40
Lord, was I on Your mind that fearful day?
When on the road You fell, so weak and pained,
For my renewal did you weep, or pray,
Aware that my strength, too, has greatly waned?
Did you look to the times I was to fall,
A failure seeming at all tasks You gave,
Until in me Your Spirit would recall
That You rose and marched on, my soul to save?
When on the Cross You hung, and fought to breathe,
And could have saved Yourself, but jeers ignored,
Was it with truest life my soul to wreathe
That you remained in writhing torment moored?
Lord, take my heart; its cruel resistance shred!
To disappoint You in Your love I dread.