The Third Station of the Cross

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Jesus Falls the First Time = Yes, Lord, the Cross is too heavy, your strenght is failing. Your knees is wounded. No one is there to help you. Your waist is tied with rope. They pull you up and they pull you in opposite direction. Your face is covered with blood, the crown of thorns makes it more difficult for you to see and it almost makes you blind. What cruelty they have done to you? Meek Lamb of God, no cry is heard, no sight not even the desire to say enough. You accepted all the brutality. How sinful is the world, how evil are in the hearts of men? Today we suffer because evil is still in the hearts of many. Jesus, help me see my own sinfulness, help me see in many ways I have treated others without kindness and wickedness. I fear my own pride and arrogance. My heart insensitive to the pains I cause to others. Open the script of my life that I may repent each and every sins I have committed against my neighbor. The sins of my tongue the careless words I uttered against others, the sins of my mind the evil thoughts I had, my sins of commissions and ommissions. Yes, Lord, my life is a written book in a scroll and I fear you judgement. May I be repentant now and daily wait as if it is my last for your judgement is near. Let me help you as you fall each time along the way. Let me take courage to profess my faith, I follow you on this road. Even a multitude follow you, you know I am there with you, I hold on to the rope as you pass through the sea of hell to redeem us. Like Moses who passes throught the sea, another exodus for the faithful.