A Meditation

My Jesus,Here I am,Hanging beside you,Like the good thief,Conscious of my fault and failure,Yet, all the more,Conscious of You. I have only to behold You,To see You on Your Cross,In Your dying,To know all has changed. Seeing You,I let down my guard.I am naked and defenseless,Like Adam in the garden.Now, though, there is a difference. … Continue reading →