The groanings of death have encircled me
the sorrows of hell have enclosed me.

Your holy city has become a wilderness.
Zion has become a wilderness,
Jerusalem has been made desolate.

"The Lord is my portion," says my soul, "therefore I will hope in him."
The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul that seeks him.

"The wise thief didst Thou make worthy of Paradise in a single moment, O Lord. By the wood of Thy Cross, illumine me also and save me!"

"God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life."

For the past several Lents, I've set myself the task of posting a piece of music for each day of of the season; a melodic meditation, if you will. They're not always tied (liturgically or even thematically) to the particular day, but there's a generally Lenten tone to them all. Mostly.