We adore Thee, O Christ, and we praise Thee;
Because by thy Holy Cross thou hast redeemed the world.
Your work is done. You can leave your Cross. You can come down to rest, you have surely earned it. Slowly you slip down, like a man weary of labour and drowsy with sleep. Your Mother takes you in her arms. What a state you are in.
Each night, my day is ended, I fall asleep. What a state I am in sometimes, Lord. But, alas, it is not always in serving the Father that I have become soiled and tired. My body is weighed down with its failures, but my heart asks forgiveness. Don't forget, Lord, you are the refuge of sinners.
Our Father; Hail Mary; Glory be ...