Most precious Savior,
At the foot of Your Cross I crouch
Feeling so small in comparison
To Your Sacrifice of Love.
My eyes can barely reach Your feet,
Nailed down, that seep Your precious Blood,
Tearing, stretching in unbearable agony.
How can my heart bear to look further?
Yet my love for You raises my eyes and heart
To Your Body covered with Wounds,
Burning with pain beyond endurance.
You, most precious One, silently endure all.
My hands wish to cover Your Wounds
With a healing touch of love.
If only my love could take away Your pain!
My eyes, softly, longingly, raise to Yours
And I am confronted with Your Trance of Love.
Your eyes, trance-like from pain,
Yet hold a softness and a love
That floods through my heart,
Washing through my soul.
I am drawn in to Your Trance of Love,
Locked in to Your penetrating gaze.
This gaze of Divine Love, so intimate, so pure,
Yet embodied in a man so cruelly tortured to death,
Moves me to a love so bound to You
That nothing, even death, could unlock me
From Your penetrating gaze of Love in my soul.
Hold me in Your gaze of Love forever, my Savior.