When God did speak His Holy Word,
and came here as His Son,
Jesus Christ was born, to die -
He was the Chosen One.
And look at what He did for me,
while friends surrounding slumbered -
His hands and feet so cruelly pierced,
His precious bones were numbered.
This time of year I try to dwell
upon the cross He bore -
three times His wounded Body fell
and yet He rose once more.
My Lord, My God, you did this all
to wash away my sins -
Please help me not myself to fall
as the end of Lent begins.