The Passion

DEAR JESUS :

     IT HAS BEEN SO VERY LONG  

SINCE I TALKED TO YOU. 

I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHY 

IT HAS  TAKEN  ME SO LONG TO SIT AND WRITE. 

SO MANY TIMES I HAVE TRIED TO TELL YOU 

WHAT MY HEART IS FEELING 

AND ABOUT  MY TROUBLES ...

AND EVEN ABOUT ALL THE GOOD THINGS  

THAT HAPPEN TO ME  EACH DAY. 

I TRY. 

BUT MOST TIMES  THE RIGHT WORDS 

ESCAPE ME AND I  SIT IN SILENCE. 

ANGRY AT MYSELF  FOR NOT  JUST TALKING TO YOU

 LIKE YOUR MY  BEST FRIEND. 

MY FATHER.  

WHEN I HEAR THE SILENCE

 I SOMETIMES THINK TO MYSELF 

THAT IT DOESN'T MATTER IF I TALK TO YOU OR NOT

 BECAUSE YOU ALREADY KNOW 

MY THOUGHTS AND MY HEART. 

BUT THAT'S NOT THE RELATIONSHIP I WANT WITH YOU. 

I WANT MORE.

 I WANT TO LAUGH  AND CRY AND FEEL . 

I KNOW THIS IS WHY 

YOU LET ME BE BORN TO THIS WORLD. 

I KNOW THAT  EACH DAY YOU GIVE ME  

NO MORE THEN YOU KNOW I CAN  HANDLE

 ON EVERY LEVEL. 

IM ANGRY WITH MYSELF 

THAT SO  OFTEN I FORGET 

TO SAY THANK YOU FOR THIS  GIFT. 

FOR MY CHILDREN 

AND FOR THOSE  IN MY LIFE

  WHO HAVE TOUCHED ME AND MADE A DIFFERENCE. 

EVEN FOR THOSE PEOPLE I HAVE  YET TO MEET. 

I REMEMBER A VERY LONG TIME AGO, A LITTLE  GIRL. 

SHE  WAS CRIPPLED AND SAT IN A  WHEELCHAIR. 

I WAS YOUNG 

YET I KNOW THAT ON THAT DAY

 I MET AND RECOGNIZED 

 THAT YOU LIVED IN HER EYES. 

I NEVER FORGOT THAT. 

I  KNEW THAT IT MEANT SOMETHING  

VERY IMPORTANT.  

I KNEW I WOULD  NEVER FORGET  THOSE EYES 

OR HOW MY HEART FELT

 WHEN I LOOKED AT HER.

 I WAS BLESSED THAT DAY. 

I KNOW I MUST HAVE FORGOTTEN TO TELL YOU

 HOW MUCH THAT ONE DAY 

MEANT TO ME. 

SO IM TELLING YOU  NOW. 

THANK YOU.  

THAT WAS A  GIFT. 

I SHOULD HAVE TAKEN THE TIME LONG  AGO

 TO TELL YOU HOW  MUCH IT MEANT TO ME. 

IM SORRY. 

LAST  NIGHT I WATCHED THE PASSION . 

IT EFFECTED ME. 

I THINK THAT  WHAT PENETRATED MY HEART MOST

 WAS  HOW YOU BORE THAT SCOURGING. 

FOR ME. 

FOR ALL OF MANKIND. 

BEYOND THE  PHYSICAL PAIN THAT YOU ENDURED,

 WAS THE MOCKERY. 

MY HEART BROKE FOR  THIS PAIN YOU ENDURED. 

THE  SUFFERING  IN THE EYES OF YOUR MOTHER. 

WILL LIVE IN ME FOREVER. 

SOMEHOW

 I NEVER REALLY  TOOK THE TIME 

TO PLACE  MYSELF IN HER POSITION. 

I AM ASHAMED.  

BEING A MOTHER, 

HOW  COULD I HAVE OVERLOOKED  THE PAIN 

 SHE MUST HAVE  FELT THAT DAY? 

EVERY DAY THAT ANYONE  EVER HURT YOU? 

EVEN KNOWING THIS WAS YOUR DESTINY. 

HER PAIN MUST HAVE  BEEN 

MORE OVERWHELMING 

THEN I  COULD EVER IMAGINE. 

HELP ME TO REMEMBER, 

APPRECIATE AND THANK HER

 EACH DAY FOR  YOU. 

HELP ME TO BE MORE LIKE HER. 

HELP ME TO BE MORE LIKE YOU. 

I WANT  TO MAKE YOU PROUD OF ME ...

I WANT YOU TO LAUGH WITH ME. 

I WANT  YOU TO EXPERIENCE THROUGH  ME 

( YOUR  CREATION) 

EVERY EXPERIENCE THAT BRINGS YOU PRIDE. 

EVEN  IF THOSE  EXPERIENCES 

MIGHT ME HARD FOR ME TO UNDERSTAND. 

HELP ME TO SEE YOUR  FACE 

IN  EACH AND  EVERY PERSON I MEET  EACH DAY. 

BECAUSE YOU BROUGHT THEM TO MY LIFE. 

HELP ME TO SEE

 THAT IN THEM  

I WILL FIND ANOTHER LESSON OF LOVE. 

AND LET ME LORD BE A  LESSON OF LOVE

 TO THOSE  WHO COME TO KNOW ME. 

HELP ME  TO THINK

 BEFORE I SPEAK

 OR EVER SAY  WORDS 

THAT MIGHT CAUSE YOU EMBARRASSMENT ....

HELP ME TO TAKE  TIME 

EACH DAY TO JUST TALK WITH YOU....

THANK YOU FOR LOVING ME.

I  LOVE YOU JESUS.

PAM

Copyright: PAM GALLO

2006

Re Edited 2007