Adoring Christ

I look upon His broken Body there,
Who beckons me to come and be His guest,
To join Him on His Cross with Mother fair
And with her hands in swaddling grave clothes dressed.

The more I look the more within I’m drawn,
And all my sin is taken into death
For I know for this death with Him I’ve longed
With heart that yearns for birth by Spirit’s breath.

As I’m drawn in, out of myself I come,
And world around with new life radiates,
For Jesus in me new life does become
Unique as He my new heart satiates.

His monstrance with His Body is a door
As I in Mary’s arms her Son adore.