We adore Thee, O Christ, and we praise Thee;
Because by thy Holy Cross thou hast redeemed the world.
For a long time, Lord, her eyes were on you. She suffered from your suffering. Unable to bear it any longer, she pushed the soldiers aside and wiped your face, with a cloth of linen.
Lord, I need to contemplate you at great length for I want to resemble you; and for that I must first look at you. But, Lord, too often I pass in front of you carelessly; or I am bored when I stop to look at you. And to others I must be a sad caricature of you.
Forgive my body, eager for pleasures; it does not bring your presence to others. Forgive my clouded eyes; in them others cannot see your light. Forgive my encumbered heart; in it others do not see your love. Nevertheless, Lord, come to me; my door is open.
Our Father; Hail Mary; Glory be ...