A Prayer for Lent

I see a hand, a long sharp nail;

I see your hands and feet impaled

 

Upon the hard unyielding wood —

Oh God! So much I wish I could

 

Free you from that cross this day

By walking straight and true your way.

 

I see your wounds and softly moan

Each time I hear your anguished groan.

 

I wish to die to self, to live in you

In everything I say and do.