High on Your Cross, All the world lay at Your feet, Broken!
The Body of the Christ is broken, Broken for us. The Body of the Lord is broken, Broken to redeem.
The Father has placed under Your Feet, Your enemies, His enemies. You, broken on the Cross, Embrace Your enemies, Willing to Love them into Life. Inviting my free will to choose Him Whose Heart Breaks for me.
The Earth quaked at Your Dying, To open and receive Your Blood. Grace, all Grace! High on Your Cross, With me at Your Feet, My heart breaks to receive You.
Broken Body of Jesus, One with me in Redemption, Mine.
As this day comes to me, Moment by moment, May I be aware of Your desires. Seeing, in the meditations Of my heart, Your actions, And imitate them, faithfully, And regard them as a command.
May I take to heart Your desires, To do all You would do In my present, That, like a handmaiden, Whose eyes are always Upon the hands of her master, I may do all, As You, My Beloved, Doing always, with love, The Will of Our Father, In the power of Your Holy Spirit.