Jesus Is Condemned To Death
We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you,
because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.
Consider how Jesus, having been scourged and crowned with thorns, was unjustly condemned by Pilate to die on the cross.
My adorable Jesus, it was not Pilate; no, it was my sins that condemned you to die. Because of this sad journey of yours, I beg you to help me on the journey that my soul is making toward eternity.
At the Cross her station keeping,
I love you, Jesus, my love, more than I love myself. With all my heart
I am sorry that I have offended you. Never let me be separated from
you again. Grant that I may always love you, and then do with me what
you will. I accept everything that pleases you.
Our Father, Hail Mary, and Glory be to the Father.
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.
