When you were a little boy, Jesus,
growing up with sisters and brothers
with a loving mother,
those who would come to be your closest friends
did not know you.
When you were the young man your family relied on
you made beautiful things from wood,
so we imagine,
But then, you went into the desert,
and when you came back
you were
filled and fuelled
with a purpose which revitalised
so many people.
They thought that this would,
perhaps go on for ever!
But always you knew that journey’s end
would be
Death.
A young life freely given
that all might have life,
life in all its fullness
And, in the end,
the giving of that life
was bitterly obedient,
and yet beyond our understanding –
forgiving
to the ends of time itself
We, hesitantly, kneel at the Cross
and weep for a world which is still cruel.
We give thanks for the life
poured out in mercy
With so much love
that we might
Live
Thank you Jesus
Amen
Reading: John 18:12-40
STF 277 My song is love unknown
Prayers for April by Hazel Parsons
