Yesterday’s ashes, washed from my forehead
mark my heart, reminding me that your
refining fire, not chosen by me, compels me choose to
die to self. Flaming arrows of the evil one launched
against me call me to trust not in my strength
but in yours alone.
My ash-marked heart is yours, Most Loving One.
My soul sings of your justice and mercy, inseparable,
one from the other.
I stand by your power, not my own.
I stand in your purifying love.
I stand because of you.