 Christ
above in torment hangs
She beneath beholds the pangs
Of her dying, glorious Son.
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Consider the first fall of Jesus. Loss of blood
from the scourging and crowning with thorns had so weakened Him that He
could hardly walk; and yet He had to carry that great load upon His
shoulders. As the soldiers struck Him cruelly, He fell several
times under the heavy cross.
My beloved Jesus,
it was not the weight of the cross
but the weight of my sins which made You suffer so much.
By the merits of this first fall,
save me from falling into mortal sin.
I love You, O my Jesus, with all my heart;
I am sorry that I have offended You.
May I never offend You again.
Grant that I may love You always;
and then do with me as You will.
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