O Jesus,
King of Creation:
you came from glory
to the rough fields of Galilee;
you took a crown of sharp thorns,
and received a killing cross for your throne.

You put on poverty, to be like us,
so that we might be holy
 as you are
holy.

So,

let us
 welcome the stranger,
visit him in prison,
feed her and
 clothe
  her,

 and slake
 your deepest thirst.

The sky was dark.

We were
  frightened, 
 scattered.

Come rescue us,
shepherd king.
 
Find us, 
 lost,
and
  bring 
 us home.

Bind our wounds.
 
And, Lord,
let us bind the wounds
of others.