Your body was already bruised,
your flesh hung like ribbons from your back
The crown of thorns pierced your head
and then . . .
They laid the cross across your shoulder
and You were compelled to carry the instrument
of your own demise.
You took the cross and carried it.
They did not take Your life from You,
You laid it down.
We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you.
Because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.