His Sorrow

We presume to know of a far better way But our devices will falter somewhere, someday Surely there will come a time, a time to pay We don't care, our chosen course we shall stay In light of His sorrowful passion, asking for wisdom is the best way Contemplate well, be wise with our choices Discern the good path, don't heed the tainted voices Interpret His teachings with faithful discretion Do not falter and succumb to the common obsession In light of His sorrowful passion, be thankful to God every day Share His blessings with one and for all, conquer our greed Remember from Whom it is given, and take only for need Your earned spiritual merits freely offer to Mary For she knows where to place them for seed In light of His sorrowful passion, hold nothing back, just give it away Presumptuous are we who question His plan Hallowed be the wonderous union of woman and man Each to love and to cherish until one life departs Defend to the end, the Divine will as much as you can In light of His sorrowful passion, follow His will and enter the fray Chaste should we be, before the big choice The "I do" we spoke, He remembers our voice To tear the union apart does ravage His heart Any other style union upon us don't foist In light of His sorrowful passion, His definition of marriage, be on our tray Temptation is there, it etches away, seeking our defeat Its dominion so great, it captivates His earthly elite Preach the doctrine of God, not the twisted version of the temptor Pray to lead well the masses while following His holy scepter In light of His sorrowful passion, cherish His church, let it not sway Dare we to clone in His image, but lacking a soul Tempt we then our God, the being to be made whole A creation such as this, a new life which we stole Our pride do we praise, or our Maker do we console In light of His sorrowful passion, I know you not, don't hear Him say Cherish the unarrived, lovingly embrace they who are old For our life is His gift, pure and precious, all from the same mold Turn not the womb into a gruesome concentration camp The decision is His alone as to when goes dark our worldly lamp In light of His sorrowful passion, treasure all life and follow His way Should we question why one is made girl or one a boy With His decision from above do we possess the wisdom to toy Does that infer that the maker has created a grievous mistake The image of beings that He has made, we dare to remake In light of His sorrowful passion, accept what is given and follow His way Genetic manipulation, cross species and mechanical man Don't limit your imagination, do try all that you can By defiling My temple you are forcing Me out But remember Who'll have the last word, the final shout In light of His sorrowful passion, He is our light, He opened the way Our fellow believers should all take heart In knowing that afterwards, He'll set us apart When we leave this place, we'll do so in grace Pray for us all, that we may then see His sweet face In light of His sorrowful passion, eternal life was given that day If while reading this now you say you feel hurt Imagine My pain, crucified, covered in blood and dirt Will you visit me just once to ease My distress Or ignore Me completely in sheer haughtiness In light of His sorrowful passion, soften your heart and kneel down to pray