Jesus Meets His Mother
We adore you O Christ and we praise you. Because by your Holy Cross, you have redeemed the world.
Because by your Holy Cross, you have redeemed the world.
Mary breaks away from me, and pushes her way through the crowd and soldiers to tend her wounded son. Gently she touches the bloodspattered, sweat drenched face of my Lord. And gently he smiles at her loving act of kindness. Only a moment and the soldiers push her away. I cannot ease her pain. As she weeps for her son, she carries his agony in her heart.
O Mary, a sword of sorrow has pierced you through. As you watch your only son walk slowly toward his death, how great your grief, how terrible your sadness! Jesus carries the weight of the world’s anguish on his back. O Mother of Sorrows weep for us as well
– we who have broken families
– we who have sick parents
– we who have lost a loved one through death
– we who suffer from shattered relationships.
Let your faithfulness give us courage; may your strength help us see.
That the Light shines in the darkness.
Death shall have no victory.
Jesus remember me.
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