In His Place II
There you stood,
stiff and deadly;
Long have I awaited this day.
O quiet killer
and dread of men
It’s time to take you away.
You splintered beam,
So stained with blood
Climb up my pierced back.
I shall accept
your cold embrace
And provide the love you lack.
O my cross
you torturous tool
I will bear your heavy weight.
And change you from
a source of death
into paradise’s gate.
Fr. Thomas Flynn, LC
