I slipped His fingers
I escaped His feet.
I ran and hid for Him I feared to meet.
One day I passed Him, fettered on a tree.
He turned His head and looked and beckoned me.
Neither by seed or strength could He prevail.
Each hand and foot was pinioned by a nail.
He could not run nor clasped me if He tried,
but with His eyes, He bade me reach His side.
‘For pity sake’, thought I, ‘I’ll set you free.’
‘Ney, take this Cross,’ said He, ‘and follow Me.’
And so did I follow Him who could not move,
an uncaught captive in the hands of Love.
- Archbishop Fulton Sheen
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