J.M.J.

I WALK WITH YOU

I AM THE BREAD, I AM THE WINE;

THE WORDS I SPEAK TO YOU ARE MINE.

YOU SCATTERED NOT WHEN IT FIRST RAINED;

FOR THIS ABUNDANT GRACE YOU GAINED.

ALTHOUGH YOU CAME HERE WELL PREPARED,

FURTHER DISCOMFORT YOU WERE SPARED.

THE RAINDROPS I DID INTERRUPT

SO THEY YOUR PRAYERS WOULD NOT DISRUPT.

YOU BROUGHT YOUR CROSS AND WALKED WITH ME

ALONG THE PATH TO CALVARY.

EACH STEP THAT YOU WITH ME DID TAKE

HEALED MANY WOUNDS FROM HEARTS THAT ACHE.

EACH RECOLLECTION AND REPLY,

AT EVERY STATION YOU PASSED BY,

BROUGHT ME MORE JOY THAN YOU WILL KNOW;

FOR THIS MY BLESSINGS I BESTOW.

ALTHOUGH YOUR NUMBERS HERE WERE FEW,

I WALKED EACH STEP ALONG WITH YOU.

EACH JOURNEY I WITH YOU WILL SHARE

AND HELP YOU WITH EACH CROSS YOU BEAR.

“THY WILL BE DONE”

11-18-1996

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(THE POEM REFERS TO PRAYING THE OUTDOOR STATIONS OF THE CROSS AT THE GROTTO DURING THE RAIN.)