Let Me Always Live Under Your Cross

　　Let me just stand and look at you. Your body is broken, your head wounded, your hands and feet are split open by nails, your side is pierced. It is all over now. It is finished. It is fulfilled. It is accomplished.
　　Sweet Lord, gracious Lord, generous Lord, forgiving Lord, I adore you, I praise you, I thank you. You have made all things new through your passion and death. Your cross has been planted in this world as the new sign of hope.
　　Let me always live under your cross, O Lord, and proclaim the hope of your cross unceasingly. Amen.
　　~ Henri J.M. Nouwen, A Cry For Mercy, pg.63.