Long Dark Prayer

Christ, let me wash Your feet with my sad tears,
and gently dry them with my long dark prayer,
may I stop up Your ears from all the jeers
by flooding them with words of love and care.
Lord, let me close Your eyes before You die,
and bring Your sight and soul a shred of peace,
pull out the thorns and wipe Your red brow dry,
and bind Your side to make the blood flow cease.
I’ll kiss the clots from both Your wounded hands,
then gently pull the nails from out the cross,
and wrap Your cleaned up corpse with linen bands,
then bear away Your bones and mourn my loss.
Christ, for my sins Your blood You did outpour,
I’d do all this if I’d but sin no more.

                         -- by Pete Voelz       12/13/11