Lenten Sonnet #2

What fidelity do we possess?
With hearts so swayed by daily passions,
To a man we thirst, we burn, transgress.
Not a man e'er deserves compassion.
We claim to love and profess our heart,
But our blackened souls bring us to lie.
Our dark minds spell doom from the very start;
And seek e'er more pleasing things before we die.
Thou, O Christ, stand ever faithful and true,
And for our betrayal You offer grace.
Our God of mercy forgives anew;
From the harlot the Groom will not hide His face.
A bride, now cleansed by water with the Word,
The church is presented to her King and Lord.