The daughters of Jeruslem wept as they followed.
You rebuked them, “Do not weep for me. . .
Weep for yourselves . . .If people do these things
when the tree is green, what happens
when it is dry.”
Your words were compassionate warnings.
You offered what comfort you could
but knew that the crowd’s rash judgments would one day
be the city’s undoing.
No stone would be left on the other.
You told those standing by to consider what was coming
and to look at the condition of their own souls.
We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you.
Because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.