"Guilt" is probably a good prompt for Holy Week, and I thought it would be easier to write than it actually was. Several aborted attempts finally yielded this:
Domine Non Sum Dignus
It is not Thy bleeding feet,
Thy wounded hands nor crown of scars –
Though I dealt them all to Thee,
And left Thee, beaten and alone –
That cause me now such sorrowing,
That leave me hollowed and ashamed,
But that, when I had done the deed,
And fled, a fugitive, in the dark,
Thy Love came searching after me,
Through tangled ways of thorn and stone,
Found me, guilty and cowering,
Looked at me, and called my name.
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