A poem on the Holy Face of Jesus

Jesus, my love, I see your face

All bruised and battered without a trace

Of flesh set aside as was all complete

For the eyes of your mother on Calvary to meet.

She saw that Face She used to tenderly kiss

Unrecognizable To her now Oh! that face that She'd miss

Till resurrection, His face then restored

To the beauty it had had, Once before

Oh! Holy Face of Jesus, lest we forget

All the people who saw you all the faces you met

Changed forever, Those eyes that beheld

The miracle Worker ,The man from the well

The curer of lepers, The riser of the dead

Now carries a Cross, with thorns upon his head

Oh! Precious Face of Jesus, Oh! Precious Blood

Dragged through the streets, Falling in the mud

Bruised and battered to save us all

Onward to Calvary , raised a crucifix tall.

So the world could see what all took place

May we always adore Thine Holy Face