A Holy Week Prayer Poem

By Easter Almuena | Special to the Herald

My Jesus, My Love,

My Savior who won victory over sin for me,

My true Beloved, my armor, and my shield,

Prepare my heart and my soul to walk with you

Back to when you were in deep sorrow and pain.

Take my will now and all that I am

That my soul may truly see

The depth of your love for me.

The strength of your body as you carry your cross

Is keeping me strong as I carry mine.

And as I walk with your Mother who guides me by the hand

She whispers to me, “keep your eyes on his face.”

I see your face and I am mesmerized

As I see the thousand pains you bear.

Your gaze pierced through my soul

For fiery and immense is its love for me!

I want to run to you

But your Mother gently spoke to me,

“Not all is a chosen Simon at this hour.

I am the one who suffers next to him, but you see,

I have given my will to the Father

Long before this came to be so I have to let Him be.

This, my Son has to do,

For indeed,

Great is the Father’s love for us

That death must prevail for life to grow.”

I weep each time you fall

I see that each step, each whip, and each fall

Bring You closer to Calvary

Which bring me closer

To being free.