At the foot of the cross, I will always remain,
Even when the blood begins to rain.
I want to always stay,
When times get hard, never stray.
I want my gaze to be fixed on Him,
Even as the light begins to dim.
When my heart is breaking,
I remember my sin He is taking.
When I look up and hear Him cry,
I’ll hug his mother as she lets out a sigh.
When I hear Him say “I thirst,”
I’ll know he is talking about me first.
As He suffers and bleeds,
I’ll profess the creed
Renouncing Satan and death,
Conquering doubt with my every breath.
As they pierce His side with the spear,
Mercy reigns, I can’t hold back a tear.
Forever my heart is pierced with a sword
Because of what sin does to my Lord.
I never want to leave His side,
To console His heart and lose my pride.
I want to be poor and empty like Jesus,
Wasting all at the foot of the cross where He frees us.
Sr. Rita Clare Yoches, T.O.R.
