With Folded Hands

(My prayer on Good Friday) When I am pierced by the sting of life, Oh Lord, I lift my tired eyes to Thee. When I am bound by tightening ropes, I pray to break them and make me free. Here I stand kneeling before your cross Unveil your bleeding face as I turn to you It was for me you shed even the last drop of blood It was for me your body turned a mass of torn tissue As you forgave those who mercilessly tortured you, Forgive me, when from the righteous path I stray When I am left groping in the dark, Lead me to virtue's bright and sunny way. When worldly temptations surround me, Let me not fall into Satan's deceitful snare. If I give myself into sin's monstrous way, Help me strengthen myself through prayer. Lead me to a land where wisdom reigns Transform me through love's mystic power Oh Lord, make my heart, your living cathedral And bathe me in your grace's incessant shower!