At Your right side there I hung
On Your every word.
To Your jaws did cleave Your tongue,
Still Your voice I heard.
Pardon for them did You seek,
Sparing no excuse.
And Your humble heart so meek
Answered not abuse.
Whence I wondered: “What if I
Pardon, too, should seek?”
But recalling all my crimes
Stole my breath to speak.
Arms outstretched, You welcomed me
After all I’d done,
Mercifully questioning:
“Still from Me you run?
“Having suffered in your pain,
Shouldering your cross,
When your love I sought in vain,
Then I grieved your loss.
“What you have to offer Me
Now to make amends
Is today’s fidelity,
And we shall be friends.”
“Jesus, please remember me!”
From the depths I cry.
“This day you will be with Me
Nevermore to die.”
-Fr. Timothy J. Draper