Splinters

 There were splinters in the hands of heavens queen

As she wept at the cross of her only son

Touching it's roughness with reverence and grief

And kneeling on the rocky ground

Her knees formed bruises

As her sons heart was pierced

And her soul so united in sorrow and love

Joined in his suffering so intimately

That her own soul was pierced

As her sons precious blood ran with water on the cross 

And while my heart isn't unified

As perfect as my queens

And I sometimes lose my way as I follow the cross

In this moment I'm at Calvary

There's splinters in my hands

And the rocks are digging deep

As I kneel before the cross

Jesus I have these little sufferings

And I offer them to you

Teach me to join you in your passion

And suffer for love

Let my pain have some meaning

May it bring another victory

May souls be in heaven

From the struggles I endure

Cause though I don't want the pain

And I seek to make it end

I still trust you Jesus

And I trust in your love

And if souls can be saved

By the suffering I endure

Then I offer up my splintered hands

And the bruises on my knees

As an offering of love

And a prayer for mercy

As a petition for the souls most lost

I'll stay before your precious cross

And kneel beside your mother

I'll join you in your passion

Until you take me to your glory

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