Mercy

Sweet Jesus who waits for me,
between sweat and blood,
your kind eye is looking for me.

Although I hear my name in your lips,
I have erred so much that
my eyes hide from yours,
my ears are covered with my hands
and my grinding teeth do not stop.

My weak eyes have offended you,
my dry tongue has insulted your name,
my useless hands have droped
your heavenly body to the floor.

And even when I have stepped on you,
you do not stop in your love,
I deserve nothing and you give me all,
dear Lord, mercy for this soul.