MY FATHER'S LOVE

Last Wednesday was Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent and six weeks till Easter. Lent for catholics is a time for prayer and penance. Time to make little sacrifices such as give up things that we like to do as a form of penance. Giving up things such as sweets and making an effort to try to be a better christian.

Most people are born to live and we are judged by the life we live. But Our Blessed Lord was born to die. From the time He was a little boy He knew that some day He would be crucified on a cross for the sins of others. My God, Oh how we love you!

During His life it was love that sustained Jesus. Mainly the love of His mother and Father.

From a leaflet on the stations of the cross that I picked up in church I wrote a poem that I called My Father's love.

My FATHER’S LOVE
by
J. A. Fullerton

My life was incomplete
Until I crowned it with my death
On the cross my deathbed
Was where I took my final breath.
Your ‘way’ will not be complete
Until you crown it with your life
Your will belongs to you alone
But please listen to my advice.

The cross, the chunk of tree
Is what My Father chose for me
The poorest king who ever lived
Not even the cross was mine you see
Yet who has ever lived been so rich?
For I own all, My Father’s love
For that light you see shinning down upon the cross
Comes from My Father up above.

My cross becomes a pulpit
And My life is now complete
My Mother cradles me in her arms
And Mary of Magdalen does weep.
My life’s work is done
And My work within and through the Church must now commence
I look to you my other self
To be my disciple, victim, saint with no pretence.