A Trail of Flowers
Sunday, September 27, 2009
"No doubt tomorrow I will hide
My face from you, my King.
Let me rejoice this Sunday noon,
And kneel while gray priests sing.
It is not wisdom to forget.
But since it is my fate,
Fill Thou my soul with hidden wine
To make this white hour great.
My God, my God, this marvelous hour
I am Your son, I know.
Once in a thousand days, Your voice
Has laid temptation low.