Poem: “Child of the Cross”

Child of the Cross

Mother Mary,
Witness of the Passion,
Suffering witness,
Living the Passion,
As your Jesus
Hung on the Cross.

Pray, Mary.
Pray, My Mother,
Pray for me,
Who am so scattered,
Distracted and disengaged.

Pray every moment
Of my life here on earth,
That I be prepared for suffering,
That I be prepared for eternity.
That I find my Life
In the dying of Your Son,
My Lord.

Hold my hand, O Mother,
Every moment of everyday.
Pray for my yesterdays,
My today, and tomorrows.
Guide my feet to follow
In His steps.

As forbidden fruit
Appeals in its many disguises,
And occasions of evil spring-up,
Pull me out of harm’s way.
Steer me true, O Mother,

As my heart yearns for eternity
Let my glory be
As that of Jesus,
The Cross, the Crucifixion,
And the Dying.

May I live now,
Dying to Sin.
Witnessing at your side,
As Jesus beholds you.
He pronounces me your child.

I am a child
Of the Cross of Christ,
Which came to be
To ransom men.
I behold you, Mother Mary,
And you meet your Son in me.

© 2013 Joann Nelander
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Joann Nelander is a wife, a mother, a Sinai nurse, an artist and writer of poems, prayers, and books (available on Amazon.) She turns to the camera lens for moments the eye can savor, shared at photo-jo.smugmug.com. Her primary blog  is lionessblog.com.
  • Guy McClung

    Thank you , Joann-a dozen beautiful sermons in these words. I esp like: “He pronounces me your child.” For one from my youth, my mother taught me, google these words: “Lovely Lady dresed in blue, teach me how to pray.” Thank you for sharing your gift. Guy McClung