The Shroud

O my Lord I try and understand as I gaze upon your shroud where you became a being of light ascending to heaven upon a cloud... I see bloodstained image of crucified man who wore crown on thorns upon His head a face of such peaceful slumber every pain you suffered can be read.. O my Lord much like you love has left me crucified I wear my own crown of thorns I search for love and have been denied.. I see the face of death's giving true I have loved and lost send me a woman among the living my arms around her spread like a cross.. Lead me out of this garden tomb alone in my bed of impregnated linen praying for love and my sins forgiven and a love to be forever shrouded in Turin.. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~