My Dream

I saw my Jesus kneeling in the Garden                                                                                                      I saw the tears that glistened on his face
 I heard him ask the Father for the pardon
 Of all mankind, whatever time or place
  I watched the crowd of angry men surround him
  "Is this the one we seek?" their voices hiss
   I hear my own voice answer "Yes, we've found Him"
   I see myself betray him with a kiss

   I saw his pain and anguish as they scourged him
   With ever stroke his eyes filled up with tears
    He did not cry for mercy as they urged him
    But just ignored their taunting and their sneers
    And as he stood their suffering the violence
     I pleaded with the soldiers "Set him free"
    But suddenly my voice was lost in silence
     I saw the soldier scourging him was me

    A purple robe of scorn the soldiers lent him
    Then vowed that they would give this King a crown
    They gathered thorns to torture and torment him
    Which deep into his skull was hammered down
      I tried to weep, but evil now had bound me
      This dream was not the kind of dream I planned
      I stood there with the soldiers all around me
      The one who held the hammer in his hand.

      The cross of wood was placed upon his shoulders
      Three time he fell beneath the heavy load
       But  spat upon and whipped along by soldiers
       He made his way along that lonely road
      "Is this the great Messiah" they were calling
     "Is this our King of Kings, so tall and proud"
       His love for me had brought him to this falling
       But I just stood there laughing with the crowd.

        A woman of great sorrow stood there with him
        And in her loving arms he tried to hide
        With all the strength and love that she could give him
        He carried on, his mother by his side
        Her eyes caught mine, those eyes so sadly pleading
        "And will you also walk with him today?"
         But I just stood there heartless and unheeding
         Then turned my back and quickly ran away
           
         Upon the wooden cross the soldiers nailed him
          And raised him high for everyone to see
          Abandoned now, for all his friends had failed him
           He cried "My God, have you forsaken me?"
          And then he whispered "Father, please forgive them
           They know not of this evil path they trod"
           The sinful heart within me dies there with him
            As on my knees I look upon my God.

            The Cross of Christ now stands there in its glory
             A thing of shame and yet a thing of pride
             For on its wood was played this awesome story
             That for our sins our God was crucified
             Yet still so thankless is the world we live in
              So full of hate and killing, tears and pain
              And every day he whispers "Please forgive them"
              And every day is crucified again.

                            John Kearney.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Translation of Luke 1: 28 in the Latin Vulgate by St Jerome.

.......et ingressus angelus ad eam dixit have gratia plena Dominus tecum benedicta tu in mulieribus..... If indeed we are to have a Year of the Bible and indeed praise St Jerome, as indeed he deserves to be praised, for translating the texts approved by the Church into Latin, the language of the Mass, then surely we should check what the Latin says according to St Jerome before we rush into translating into other languages.    In this case translating  from the Gospel of Luke, St Jerome wrote the above, which translates  "..and entering the angel said to her 'Hail full of grace the Lord is with you and blessed are you among women".   Now you do not have to be a scholar to realise that this means much more than 'highly favoured'.   So why I ask myself does the translation we read in our Catholic Church at the gospel read 'highly favoured' rather than 'full of grace'  Why is this important?   Because if she was born 'full of grace' t
Read more

FAIR AS THE MOON, BRIGHT AS THE SUN, TERRIBLE AS AN ARMY SET IN BATTLE ARRAY

'Who is she that comes forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in battle array'. The above quote will be familiar to only a few Catholics today,   It was once on the lips of members of the Legion of Mary which was present in many parishes.    Fair as the moon and bright as the sun certainly describes Our Lady of Fatima but who exactly is meant by 'terrible as an army set in battle array?'   Certainly Our Lady appeared to ask us to pray for the conversion of sinners many of who were going to Hell for their sins as forewarned by her Son Jesus when he preachedHis Gospel.  Often we are trying and feel we are succeeding in living good lives when suddenly everything goes wrong  Like St Paul we often do the things we do not want to do rather than those that we want to do.   It is because we are involved in a war between Good and Evil and we are the children of Mary that the red Dragon wishes to devour in Revelations 12    We
Read more

The meaning of 'virgo Immaculata'

Image
As you will see from the stained glass window the name given to the image is Virgo Immaculata.   Mary was the virgin who remained sinless and spotless.  Yes she would have been tempted by Satan, but as the image shows she kept close to God in prayer and all the wiles of Satan, the forbidden fruit he offered, depictdd by the apple, ended up stuck in his throat while the right foot of Mary crushed his head. "I will put enmity between Thee and the woman and between thy seed and her seed", God tole the serpent in Genesis   Satan was no match for Jesus who was God made Man but he had overcome a mere mortal before in Eve, What a triumph it would have been to destroy she whom Jesus loved above al others - his mother.   But Mary kept close to Jesus and to God, the new Eve, and mother of the new children that the death of Jesus brought into being.    And as Revelations 12 tells us having failed to destroy the birth of Jesus Satan  went after her other children - us.       When
Read more