Ash Wednesday


The day and the hour draws nigh 
When all shall return to Him 
Who did form them of word and clay 
And did give to all His own breath 
And set them upon the earth to tend 
And to possess it for a time. 
Before him, all shall stand 
Bare, silent, helpless. 
Fear, you sons of men, tremble! 
Fall prostrate before Him. 
Shred the malice of your heart 
And drop that haughty look 
For of all nails that did stab Him; 
That vain look is most piercing. 
For what are thou, son of man? 
A puff of smoke, wisp of air, dust
That lingers but for a moment 
And vanishes without trace. 
Why do you now risk His wrath? 
And court His just fury? 
Take this ash upon the brow 
Bend your knee and look not up 
But hasten to declare your fault 
And wail in lamentation: 
"Spare us, O master! 
For our guilt is heavier 
Than ever we can bear" .

First published - 01.03.2017


Comments

  1. For our guilt is heavier than ever we can bear! Lord have mercy

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  2. Interesting piece

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  3. May we hold tightly onto Jesus's garment as we repent.

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