Jesus, you place on my forehead
the sign of my sister Death:
�Remember you are dust,
and to dust you shall return.�
How not hear her wise advice?
One day my life on earth will end;
the limits on my years are set,
though I know not the day or hour.
Shall I be ready to go to meet you?
Let this holy season be a time of grace
for me and all this world.
�Teach us to number our days aright,
that we may gain wisdom of heart.�
O Jesus, you place on my forehead
the sign of your saving Cross:
�Turn from sin and be faithful
to the gospel.�
How can I turn from sin
unless I turn to you?
You speak, you raise your hand,
you touch my mind and call my name,
�Turn to the Lord your God again.�
These days of your favor
leave a blessing as you pass
on me and all your people.
Turn to us, Lord God,
and we shall turn to you.