HIS PAIN

Oh my God the pain
when You contemplate our stain,
our hearts so closed, infected
all Your Love refused, rejected.

Oh my God the pain
when we profane Your Holy Name,
each time a curse falls from our lips
it is Your scourging with the whip.

Oh my God the pain
when we refuse time and again,
to take Your hand extended
so our hatred can be mended.

Oh my God the pain
to think Your Sacrifice in vain,
when we reject the cleansing flood
that is Your Redeeming Blood.

Oh my God the pain
when You see Your children’s shame,
as they kill new life You’ve given
before it ever can be liven.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 21,1993