The Fourth Station

They say You met Your mother on Your Way.

The horrors and heartache of that moment.

Long ago a sword pierced her heart

But no angelic visitation or prophetic word would

have prepared her for this moment:

Her son walking towards His death.

You beheld Your mother,

she beheld the Lamb of God.

Your pain was hers;

Her pain was Yours.

We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you.
Because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.