We adore thee, O Christ and we bless thee. Because of they holy cross hast redeemed the world.
Dear Jesus, You are so week and so tired/ that you can hardly walk/ but the soldiers roughly order you/ to start on your journey./ After a few steps/ You stumble and fall/ but there is no one to help You/ or to speak to you kindly.
How I wish I could have been there/ to tell you that I love You / and was sorry for you
Recite the Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be. etc.
Oh how sad and sore distressed,
Was that Mother highly blessed,
of the sole begotten one.
My father fell for the first time today, going into his shop. My first thought when I saw him was "why is he not wearing any shoes? He's lost his mind." But they had only fallen off. He had not been there long, only a minuet or two, but it is good to know that I can still cover twenty yards in three strides. "Oh my dear Papa, I love you and am sorry for you."
And now the priest has come to give him Last rights... and I have to meet him at the door. These last days are precious beyond measure.