In His Place VII
The weight, the whips, the jagged rocks,
I cannot bear it all.
The cross, the shouts, the shooting pain;
I stagger, stumble, and fall.
Look at me, a man like you
In all things but sin.
Left alone and mocked by all,
Forgotten and Forsaken.
The sin, the hate, the treachery,
It all piles up.
And as you ponder answer me,
Can you really drink this cup?
Fr. Thomas Flynn, LC
