I am in the garden; my eyes are closing

Why am I so tired?

Now in the courtyard pretending to be someone I am not

Who am I, to myself, to others, to You oh Lord?

I am in the crowds that roar, and push and strain to see

What am I looking for, reaching for, longing for?

I follow you on the climb to Calvary oh Lord,

Walking far behind and watching from the distance

Why do I follow? Will I follow all the way or turn and leave?

My ears ring and I flinch with the snap of every strike of the whip,

What do I hear? Am I really listening?

Who is this man helping Him carry the Cross?

Would I, Can I, Have I, Will I ?

I lose my breath with every blow of the hammer,

I hurt, I have hurt others, Will I ever again?

I look away in tears from Mary's eyes,

I can't bear it; I have caused these tears, Will I again?

"I'm here" Mary says to her Son on the way.

Am I? Have I been? Will I be ?

Oh how my burdens are so small, yet I complain

Help me my Lord, you bore all our burdens.

Oh how my cross is so light yet I worry.

Help me my Lord,

You bore the weight of sin I have and will commit.

Oh how my patience is so frail,

Yet Your forgiveness is boundless and forever.

Oh how my will is so weak,

Strengthen me oh Lord, your strength never fails.

Oh how your gifts to me are so bountiful,

Inspire me oh Lord to leave it all behind as You showed us.

How to come and follow You.

Andy Cirmo 030304