Ash Wednesday to Pentecost

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Contents

  1. Transfigured Man
  2. Palm Ash and Oil
  3. Courage
  4. The Betrayal
  5. Gethsemane
  6. The Cruel Implements
  7. Protraits
  8. Facets of the Cross
  9. Conommitance
  10. The Spirit of the Cross
  11. The Cross that Made Him King
  12. The Paschal Candle
  13. Resurrection in Christ
  14. The Room and the Tomb
  15. Emmaus
  16. Pentecost
  17. Sacred Candles
  18. Fancies
  19. Light Years
  20. Freed (Song 1)
  21. Eden is Gethsemane
  22. The Apple Wood of Calvary
  23. Chorales
  24. Who is this King?
  25. Garments
  26. The Tarnished Vow
  27. Turn Out, Turn Out
  28. Fast as my Courage Ebbs
  29. Suffering
  30. Ash Wednesday Hymns
  31. Every Day
  32. Rejoice, My Soul!
  33. Fragment
  34. The Love You Showed
  35. I Have Opened My Heart
  36. I Often Falter, I Often Fail
  37. Everywhere I See the Cross Bit In My Heart
  38. When My Lord Fell Down
  39. Mary, Sweet Mother of Our Lord
  40. What Love is Mine
  41. Resurrexit Jesus
  42. He Came Not Perfect
  43. Only in Our Head
  44. The New Spark
  45. Shall I Be Thomas
  46. Eucharist and Resurrection
  47. O Thou, Who At Thine Own Command
  48. The Spirit's Endless Flame
  49. O Wretched Soul
  50. Spirit Descended

Gethsemane

  1. The olives' ancient harvest crushed
    Hangs bitter in the evening air,
    The press, sharp etched against the stars,
    Foreshadowing a torturer:
    Wounded by shards of prophecy
    They sense the outline of the day,
    But feel a weight they cannot bear
    As they prepare to watch and pray.
  2. As He prepared to wash their feet,
    To break the Bread, to be betrayed,
    Where they were slow to recognise,
    He cited what the Scriptures said:
    But the entanglements of blood,
    At table and upon a cross,
    Symbiosis of sacrifice,
    Left them unsure of gain and loss.
  3. The wine and oil had made them dull,
    But His forebodings kept Him tense,
    A black cloud hid the glowing moon,
    Evil eclipsing innocence:
    But He knew, even as He prayed,
    The bitter chalice would be pressed,
    A necessary replica
    Of the sweet chalice he had blessed.
  4. Three times their minds deserted Him,
    Foreshadowing their disarray,
    The greatest would deny Him first,
    The others would just run away:
    Yet He could see the blinding vision
    Of the redemption of the Host,
    Knowing that love is loving those
    Who leave you when you need them most.
  5. Lord, may we learn to watch and pray
    In friendship with Your only Son,
    Not for our temporary good
    But for the spoils His triumph won:
    And may we learn to purge ourselves,
    In reverent oblivion
    To lose the limits of ourselves
    And finish what His death began.