Prayer for the Morning
He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified,
died, and was buried. Come, let us adore.
Glory to the Father…. Amen.
Throned upon the awe-full tree,
King of love, your grief we see.
Darkness veils your anguished face;
None its lines of woe can trace,
None can tell what pangs unknown
Hold you silent and alone.
Silent through those three dread hours,
Wrestling with the evil pow’rs
Left alone with human sin,
Gloom around you and within,
Till th’appointed time is nigh,
Till the Lamb of God may die.
Hear the cry that peals aloud
Upward through the whelming cloud!
You, the Father’s only Son,
You, his own Anointed One,
You are asking, Can it be?
“Why have you forsaken me?”
Terror on every side! (Jer 20:10)
Long familiarity with the Passion narratives can dull our awareness of the acute suffering that Christ endured for our sake.
Help, O Lord, for good men have vanished:
truth has gone from the sons of men.
Falsehood they speak one to another,
with lying lips, with a false heart.
May the Lord destroy all lying lips,
the tongue that speaks high-sounding words,
those who say: “Our tongue is our strength;
our lips are our own, who is our master?”
“For the poor who are oppressed and the needy who groan
I myself will arise,” says the Lord.
“I will grant them the salvation for which they thirst.”
The words of the Lord are words without alloy,
silver from the furnace, seven times refined.
It is you, O Lord, who will take us in your care
and protect us for ever from this generation.
See how the wicked prowl on every side,
while the worthless are prized highly by the sons of men.
Glory to the Father….
Word of God (Sirach 51:7-10)
I turned every way, but there was no one to help me,/ I looked for one to sustain me, but could find no one./ But then I remembered the mercies of the Lord,/ his kindness through ages past;/ For he saves those who take refuge in him,/ and rescues them from every evil./ So I raised my voice from the very earth,/ from the gates of the nether world, my cry./ I called out: O Lord, you are my father,/ you are my champion and my savior;/ Do not abandon me in time of trouble,/ in the midst of storms and dangers.
Look on my right and see:/ there is not one
who takes my part. (Ps 142:5)
Canticle of Zechariah
I have shown you many good works from my Father. For which of these are you trying to stone me? (Jn 10:32)
Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel;
he has come to his people and set them free.
He has raised up for us a mighty savior,
born of the house of his servant David.
Through his holy prophets he promised of old
that he would save us from our enemies,
from the hands of all who hate us.
He promised to show mercy to our fathers
and to remember his holy covenant.
This was the oath he swore to our father Abraham:
to set us free from the hands of our enemies,
free to worship him without fear,
holy and righteous in his sight
all the days of our life.
You, my child, shall be called the prophet
of the Most High;
for you will go before the Lord to prepare his way,
to give his people knowledge of salvation
by the forgiveness of their sins.
In the tender compassion of our God
the dawn from on high shall break upon us,
to shine on those who dwell in darkness
and the shadow of death,
and to guide our feet into the way of peace.
Glory to the Father…
Suffering takes many forms, and in all of them the suffering of Christ offers redemption. For all sufferers let us pray:
R/Deliver your people, O Lord.
For those who live in fear under the menace of political brutality,
– by the courage of the believers among them: R/
For those who are deprived of the Gospel’s comfort by an atheistic or agnostic environment,
– by the commitment of believers among them: R/
For those who chase uselessly after length of days because they see no hope of life beyond the grave,
– by the hope-filled lives of believers among them: R/
O God our Savior, by the power of the cross transform the terror that attacks all those who live in fear of death into courage to live anew according to the Gospel, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.