Passion For Grace Poem by Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.

drowsy, torpid weakness
spiritual gangrenous sickness
unearned, inflated opinion of self
(laboring slavishly against yourself)
unruly, unsightly every passion
slaughtering bit by bit the gem
of ever remedial - true compassion
wasting - granted generously time
all of which is sole property of mine

woe to me if my intent is not pleasing to Thee

erroneous, half-baked opinions
blindly staying dark foe's minions
screaming to cerebrally lazy hordes
content with surrendering to false lords

woe to me if my service is centered on me

oh, Bloody Face,
may remembrance of each Scar
be reminder of stain of sin
of each and every mar...

woe, woe and woe to me
if all my breaths do not
adore and praise Thee...

each Sacred Drop of Blood
Infinite Treasure of Grace
Thine Holy Face -
disfigured Face
pouring the floods of Grace
never forget Thine Bloody
Divine Face
breathe the breath of Passion...
oh, Bloody Face
Redeemer Mine
in every breath
be adoration Thine!