The Man on the Cross

When things go south, 

Chalice of sorrows befriend us.

Brooding over the past,

Causes are detected. 

Having clothed in sack

Smearing ashes on forehead 

We repent for what we repeated 

 We kneel before Him for mercy. 

The Man on the Cross

Washes away all our stains

Creates a clean heart

And pours out unfeigned love.