Take My Suffering

Take My Suffering

Here I am, Lord, warts and all-
Doing harm by my words and acts.
Yet this Lent I beg for forgiveness,
Hoping to become your true disciple.

Christ gave His life for my eternal life;
He submitted His will to the will of His Father.
His hanging on the cross made him weak,
Humiliated, struggling just to breathe.

I come to you Jesus, this Covid Lent
Suffering physically, mentally, spiritually
Feeling sometimes abandoned and alone,
Yet I ask You to hold my wasted hand.

Before Your tabernacle I humbly kneel
Giving You, Lord all my faults and sins.
Weakened, yet hopeful for Your strength,
Guiding me to your loving home.

On my homeward journey I pray,
“Be my refuge, my hope, in this dark valley.
Your restful waters soothe my heavy soul,
My cup now does overflow.”