The Invitation

Blood soaked disfigurement on the Cross of Love, Etched markings of whipped cord; sinew of flesh torn To shreds. Grimace of pain; ashen face of love "Water! water! He cries, for I thirst. I thirst for love For you and My Father. My body is weak and scorn Is my food. My mouth is dry and I thirst for love" Gazing down He cried "Father, forgive them, they Know not what they do". Gazing heavenward He whispered "Father, into your hands I commit My spirit." Day Became night, incurring His rapturous hour of death And with victory gain'd He sung His last words of life. "It is finished" and fell asleep, now exhausted of breath. Where now death your victory, where now death your Sting? Can you not hear the Christ of God sing His canticles, His psalms and glorias to His King" Cradled now in His mothers' arms, her tears fall Gently and mingle with her beloved Son's blood; The sacrificial Lamb of God - Do YOU hear His call? "Come unto Me all you who are heavy laden and I Will give you rest and learn from Me; for I am gentle And humble in Heart, and you will find rest for your Souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light."