I Bleed for You, O Lord

Not wanted by God (I feel).

Not wanted by man.

I stand in limbo for death.

Death sees me and smirks.

Telling me the tyrants who persecute me have not had their way with me yet.

I stand bleeding; skin torn apart and with a heart broken in so many pieces it’s hard to count.

I stand tall beside my Blessed Mother Mary; yet still bleeding.

What more do I give? What more do I suffer? When will my redeemer come to rescue me?

My heart bleeds and my soul cries so loud that it echoes through all eternity.

But my testament will remain!

It will remain at the foot of the cross, standing beside my Blessed Mother Mary.

In salvation of souls; especially the souls of my persecutors so that they can do the will of my Creator Blessed.

Then I can praise my beloved God with all my heart, with all my soul and with all my mind in this life and the next.