Opening Prayer:
By your cross O Lord, you show the extravagance of your love for us. Love than knows no limits…no boundaries. Love that pours down upon us from every wound of your beloved Son. More love than we could ever ask for or imagine. When we are tempted to doubt the depths of your heart for us, let our eyes immediately look to Jesus crucified—and may all doubt be taken away. In His name. Amen. (JLB)
Psalm for the Week: Psalm 22
Scripture for the Day: Matthew 27:57-66
Reading for Reflection:
We have to be willing to acknowledge and expose our wounds to the healing balm that flows from the pierced hands and feet and side. We need humbly and gratefully to accept this healing, with a gratitude that impels us to seek to sin no more. Then our looking upon him who has been pierced will be for us a saving glance. (Seeking His Mind by M. Basil Pennington)
Reflection
and Listening: silent and written
Prayer: for the church, for others, for myself
Song for the Week: Lift Up Thy Bleeding Hand
When wounded sore, the stricken heart
Lies bleeding and unbound,
One only hand, a pierced hand,
Can salve the sinner's wound.
When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner's woe.
Chorus:
Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin
But in Thy wounded side.
When penitential grief has wept
O'er some foul dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.
'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,
His hand that brings relief,
His heart that's touched with all our joys,
And feels for all our grief.
Chorus
Closing Prayer:
Prayer: for the church, for others, for myself
Song for the Week: Lift Up Thy Bleeding Hand
When wounded sore, the stricken heart
Lies bleeding and unbound,
One only hand, a pierced hand,
Can salve the sinner's wound.
When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner's woe.
Chorus:
Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin
But in Thy wounded side.
When penitential grief has wept
O'er some foul dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.
'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,
His hand that brings relief,
His heart that's touched with all our joys,
And feels for all our grief.
Chorus
Closing Prayer:
Our God and Father,
We thank You that You have delivered us
from the dominion of sin and death, and brought us into the 
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