“Father, into Your hands I commend My Spirit”  (Luke 23:46)                      

Into your hands I commend my spirit, is what Christ Himself had cried,
It’s last thing that He said, right before He died.
As we hang upon our cross in life, when too great seem the demands
May we cry out to the Father, I commend my spirit into Your hands.

When what’s happening in this world, we can no longer understand.
When we are feeling somewhat sad, and life seems less than grand,
When shattered dreams lay all around us, we feel like sojourners, in some foreign land,
With Christ we can cry out, I commend my spirit into Your hands.

When life is going haywire, not at all like we had planned;
When the enemy encircles us, and we feel quite out-manned.
When we doubt our strength to carry on, have not the legs to stand,
May we have the grace to call to God, I commend my spirit into Your hands.

As we call out to You Father, as You hear our embattled cry,
May we give all we have to You, may we to ourselves then die.
In dying to ourselves, we enjoin our crucifixion,
May this death to self, lead us to a glory resurrection.

May each tear which now is shed, each dark night lived as black as pitch.
Be the hoe which tills the soil, the nutrient which makes it rich.
And one day in the future, at one of our tomorrows,
May flowers bloom from today’s grief.  May life spring forth from sorrow.

This brutal winter, all is barren.  But flowers bloom whence comes the spring.
May our springtime of flowers, one day conversions bring.
May loved ones feeling crucified, call upon the Father too,
I commend my spirit into Your hands, I give everything to You.

From all this suffering and sorrow, dear Lord, in Your mercy bring,
Fields full of conversions, in us all, whence comes the spring.