Ave, ave verum corpus
natum de Maria Virgine,
Vere passum immolatum
in Cruce pro homine,
Cujus latus perforatum
unda fluxit et sanguine,
Esto nobis praegustatum
in mortis examine.


Your Best, Your All
With arms out-stretched,
And face to the ground,
Thy wounds are bleeding,
There is no sound.

What are your thoughts,
As you hang up there?
While you’re in pain,
Do you despair?

You’re innocent to your last breath,
In this life you gave,
You were not despairing over death,
But thinking of all you would save.

Thank you for everything, O Lord!
To save the world from Adam’s fall,
Instead of dying quick by the sword,
You truly gave it your best, your all.