Teach us, O loving heart of Christ what only love can say: "Father, forgive" and still forgive the blindness of our way. Torn is the world you came to save -- it bleeds from hands and side, slow is your Church to bear the scars where suffering love has died. We have not healed our neighbor's hurt nor learned our neighbor's tongue: across the span of creed and race your song is not yet sung. We have not found your way of peace when lack of peace is death: We have not fed with word or bread the hunger of the earth. Christ in whose hands were thrust the nails and yet for us could pray -- forgive the things we have not done, the words we do not say.