Ashes were placed upon my head
Reminding me why Jesus bled
There is nothing in this world to dread
Not even when I’m gone and dead.
All my fears and worries fled
With Our Lord’s life giving bread
This is how my faith is fed
‘Tis not me but HIM instead.
Hope is more than a tiny thread
So I must…The Word widespread
For this I ask that I be led
Dear Jesus you are intrepid.
Amen.
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