My Rosary

I say my rosary every day.
My words turn into thoughts
Of Jesus and his sorrows
And the pain my sins have wrought.

I’m there along with Mary
As she gets the joyful word
And has the child that God has sent
To be our saving Lord.

I walk along with Jesus
As He trudges down the path
Where cruel men torment him
As they dole out their wrath.

And on the cross I gaze at him,
This man who died for me.
Oh, Lord, forgive my every action
That brings misery to thee.

Help me to carry my own cross,
Your burden let me share,
So I can someday be with you.
Lord, let that be my prayer.

By Catherine M. Szakel

(Catherine M. Szakel is a member of St. Joseph Parish in Indianapolis.) †

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