The Second Station

Your body was already bruised,

your flesh hung like ribbons from your back

The crown of thorns pierced your head

and then . . .

 

Jesus Carries Cross by Michael O’Brien

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.