With Folded Hands
(My prayer on Good Friday)
by Valsa George
When I am pierced by the sting of life,
Oh Lord, I lift my tired eyes to Thee.
When I am bound by tightening ropes,
I pray to break them and make me free.
Here I stand kneeling before your cross
Unveil your bleeding face as I turn to you
It was for me you shed even the last drop of blood
It was for me your body turned a mass of torn tissue
As you forgave those who mercilessly tortured you,
Forgive me, when from the righteous path I stray
When I am left groping in the dark,
Lead me to virtue's bright and sunny way.
When worldly temptations surround me,
Let me not fall into Satan's deceitful snare.
If I give myself into sin's monstrous way,
Help me strengthen myself through prayer.
Lead me to a land where wisdom reigns
Transform me through love's mystic power
Oh Lord, make my heart, your living cathedral
And bathe me in your grace's incessant shower!