The Embrace

Clutching You to my heart,My sins before me,I make Your Death,My dying,And find my life. You give Yourself to me.You give Yourself for me.I hold Your cold,Your bruised and bloodless BodyAs I pray. Wiping the spittle from Your Face,I behold the Man,My sins before me always,I embrace Your Words.“Father forgive.” Copyright 2016 Joann Nelander