Darkness closing in
as the candles went dead
piece of me wept
the weight of my sin
taking Christ through His Passion
Dimming light, head bowed
We are not worthy
of your love
Our Lord, struck, spat upon
thorns, vivid, pierced his brow
naked and whipped
Finally the cross
our hands drive
the angry nails
bind him to the rough-hewn wood
Darkness with his death
his lifeless body in the tomb
March 21, 2008
Service of Tenebrae,
Maundy Thursday
Sanbornville United Methodist Church,
3/20/08, Pastor Ruth L. Foss
(Raymond A. Foss)
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