Ash Wednesday to Pentecost
The Spirit of the Cross
- The Cross of triumph shines above
The lurid, sybaritic street,
Its outline driven by the glare
Towards oblivious defeat:
But we will not admit such loss
When we are fixed upon the Cross. - Seen brightest when the times are hard,
Dimmed when the world enjoys its ease,
A goad when pleasure takes command,
A comfort when we seek release:
But we will lose all we have gained
Unless our suffering is sustained. - As it is easier to park
A Mini than a limousine,
Help us to modify our tastes
So that the Cross is easier seen:
But as Your sacrifice reveals
Show us what luxury conceals. - Blaze on, as Moses feared Your blaze,
Consume the shame of Calvary,
Triumphant, blaze against the glare
Concealing earthly misery:
But though the Cross is our relief
Keep it our burden and our grief. - I feel the Father's loving gaze,
I see the Son upon the Cross,
I quicken with the Spirit's blaze
Of sanctifying Grace for us:
But at collective Calvary
Reserve a lonely place for me.