Stations of the Cross

O my Mother Mary, in looking at the Face of Sorrowful Jesus, pale, sad, harrowing, the memory of the Pains that He is about to Suffer awakens in You. You foresee His Face covered with spit and You Bless it, His Head pierced by the thorns, His Eyes blinded, His Body tortured by the scourges, His Hands and Feet pierced by the nails; and wherever He is about to go, You follow Him with Your Blessings. And I too will follow Him together with You. When Jesus is struck by the scourges, crowned with thorns, slapped, pierced by the nails, everywhere He will find my
And now, O my Jesus, let my poor heart draw Life from Your Heart, that I may Live only with Your Heart; and in each offense You receive, let me be ever ready to offer You a relief, a comfort, a reparation, an act of love, never interrupted.
I will follow You in everything, to keep You faithful company.
My afflicted Good, I offer You these Stations of the Cross in memory of Your Passion and Death, to disarm the Just Wrath of God for …