Lord, Let me not take it for granted, each pain filled step you took that day, each step a lover's step beneath the heavy beam, each pain-wracked breath a lover's kiss, the bridegroom on his way to redeem his bride.
Let me pause and think of the taste of dust mingled with blood you swallowed willingly like a cup of wine to celebrate, the crown of thorns you bore like a garland, the bloodstained robe your festal garment.
O Lord, forgive us, far from being worthy of being loved, far from being deserving of your care, And yet, even knowing what we are, even knowing what we do, you stretched out your arms in a lover's touch to embrace the cross to take us home into your heart into forever.
Feel free to, Polly!