Fifth Words From the Cross

By Anonymous

The dryness of death envelops Jesus like a desert without rain,

Pouring out Himself in Blood, sweat, and tears- His Heart aflame.

Kneeling beside Jesus, I am in awe that God would choose to suffer,

Still desperate to do anything that brings my Lord relief and comfort.

“I thirst.” Gasps Jesus, imploring mankind for the refreshment of love,

Is the dying wish of Our Savior that endlessly echoes from above.

And for His insatiable and anguished plea, they offer Him sour wine,

From the branches that are withered to The One who is the vine.

The mystery of the cross is revealed in Jesus’ hungry cry,

A final word of love and yearning as He is about to die.

His Sacred Heart that so loved man arid from hate and rejection,

Still burning with eternal, perfect love and starving for our affection.

To the cross we run and rest our hearts in Jesus’ embrace,

Exchanging love for love from the depths of our souls is God’s amazing grace.

The cross invites us to communion and becomes a sacred altar,

The proof of God’s great love for us and source of Living Water.

On my knees at the cross, I commit to Jesus my life, my soul, and my heart,

Knowing that He longs for me and desires that we never be apart.

My weak heart Jesus beckons to His that I come, be filled, and adore-

And drink from the fountain of Love that pours from the cross and receive all that I’m wanting for.