Jesus Is Taken Down - Pieta

Jesus’ voice    The sacrifice is done. 
                        Yes, My Mass is complete; 
                        but not My mother’s 
                        and not yours, 
                        My other self. 
                        My mother still must cradle  
                        in her arms 
                        the lifeless body of the Son she bore. 
                        You, too, must part from  
                        those you love, 
                        and grief will come to you. 
                        In your bereavements think of this: 
                        A multitude of souls were saved 
                        by Mary’s sharing in My Calvary, 
                        Your grief can also be 
                        the price of souls.

Response 13    I beg You, Lord, 
                        help me accept the partings that
                        must come­-- 
                        from friends who go away, 
                        my children leaving home, 
                        and most of all, 
                        my dear ones 
                        when You shall call them  
                        to Yourself. 
                        Then, give me grace to say: 
                        “As it has pleased You, Lord, 
                        to take them home, 
                        I bow to Your most holy will 
                        And if by just one word 
                        I might restore their lives 
                        against Your will, 
                        I would not speak.” 
                        Grant them eternal joy.  

O Love that will not let me go

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
that in thine ocean depths its flow
may richer, fuller be.

O Light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
my heart restores its borrowed ray,
that in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
may brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
and feel the promise is not vain,
that morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
and from the ground there blossoms red
life that shall endless be.  

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