He's Hung On The Tree (Senryu)

I come to the church This drizzling Friday morning Where God waits for me. He's hung on the tree For many people to see He's my Lord mighty. His arms fully stretched Blood poured down from pierced chest Crown thorns bled his head. I see and believe Holy God hung on a tree He is hung for me. God is present here In his Holy Eucharist. I am on my knees. In silence, I pray For God's blessings on my soul And whole universe. In silence, I ask For stronger mind and heart To follow His path. In silence, I plead Many wants and many needs God knows what I need. NHIEN NGUYEN MD 8/11/2017