The time of preparation, proclamation,
has been laid in footsteps behind you.
You pain over the road yet left to trod;
Hit your knees,
Then plead and pour out any self residue.
Your heart has been moved, the will conformed;
Desires shed, aligned, and well-equipped.
You’re ready to accept, to reconcile, without delay;
But now, Wait,
Glory later, first, you must be stripped.
You accept this holy period, necessary to fulfillment;
Excruciating anticipation, you know what is to come.
Resurrection is at hand, to deliver all from death;
But now, wait, there is much work to be done.
Showing the way with Passion, humility and such miracles;
You bear the burden that’s not your own, instead, with us, trading.
Love is not found in the taking, only in this life’s Crosses;
Give thanks for the in-between, and joy you will find in the waiting.