Good Friday
March 21, 2008
Father God, You waited through the long hours of agony, when He was robbed even of the sense of Your love, Your presence, when the sin and disease and hatred and darkness overwhelmed Him so greatly.
He was wounded for my transgressions, He was wounded for our transgressions.
Father, what love is this of His? What love is this of Yours that His dying love reflects? Your forgiveness for me, as we gaze upon His sacrificial death, is as truly an undeserved gift as the pardon He spoke to the dying thief. It is mine if I will only receive:
He was wounded for my transgressions, He was wounded for our trangressions.
(Adapted from Celtic Daily Prayer: Inspirational prayers and readings from the Northumbria Community.)
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changingrhythm | March 22, 2008 at 4:22 pm
What a wonderful prayer. Thank you for sharing.