Today we remember our frail and short lives
Today we remember you hate nothing you
Have made, but love us all and we go forth
Marked in ashes, with the dust we are made
From, with the dust we will return to, we walk
Away with the ability to make change, to turn
Around from all the things we do that make us
Far from you, we are drawn in by the cross on
Our heads, a mark of our servanthood, a mark
For all the world to be held in if we would
Just open our arms and hearts as wide as
Those rough wooden beams and learn from
The shortness of our lives and returning comes
Great possibilities to show and be your love
In the world and embracing that love means
We remember to sacrifice our self for you