Jesus is stripped
His clothes are pulled from him, and the soldiers cast lots for his last blood-stained possessions. He is left naked to the world ... Love has stripped him of everything: “For our sake, he became poor...”
Lord Jesus, when we are stripped of everything,
and left with nothing but what only God can give,
clothe us with your very self.
When in the midst of life
we feel lonely and at a loss,
defenceless before the evils of the world,
clothe us with your sense of God's unfailing presence.
When, finally, death comes near,
clothe us with the perfect peace of trust in you.