 
			Ash Wednesday to Pentecost
Resurrexit Jesus
- No hands but ours to wash the beggar's feet 
 Or offer You again in sacrifice;
 No witness at Your Cross if we retreat,
 Nor joyful proclamation when You rise:
 Those feet disciples never washed were pierced,
 As were those hands that broke the sacred bread;
 Should we not, heirs of what Your life proclaimed,
 Save You from further wounds through which You bled?
- No words but ours to worship and to praise,
 No love returned to You but of Your Grace;
 No hearth in which the Spirit's fire may blaze
 Nor face but ours to represent Your face:
 In which responsibility we bear
 A burden greater than the common lot
 For we, assailed by suffering, must share
 Your Risen self with those who know You not.