Seventh Words From the Cross

By Anonymous

Heaven hides behind the eclipse of the sun and all the earth feels a tremor,

Tombs open as the veil of the temple is torn down the center.

Holding onto the Sacred Cross of Jesus, I tremble like the ground,

My heart is crying and my head is screaming but not making a sound.

“Father, into your hands I commend my spirit,” cries out Jesus in a loud voice,

Freely giving up His Spirit to the Father is His will and choice.

Angels bow down as God reaches out and Jesus breathes His last,

While the centurion watching confesses and people leave beating their breast.

Emptiness at the cross where not a single bone of His is broken,

And weeping joins the song of celestial choirs with words unspoken.

On the cross, Jesus pours out blood and water from His side,

That they may look upon Him pierced by a lance, after He has died.

To the cross we come on bended knees for holy is the Lord,

Blessing the Name of Jesus who is our rock, our shield, and our sword.

Taking away our sins so that we may not be eternally condemned,

Jesus, Lord of hosts, was and ever will be the Beginning and the End.

In love at the cross with the Lamb of God who gave His life for me,

And is offered perpetually in Heaven having died once at Calvary.

Mystery and memory, in gifts offered by the holy hands of a priest,

Is divine Love who forever reigns and is received at the Lord’s feast.