Words From the Cross

Father, forgive. They know not what they do: Some of my own were drawn into this snare, Not knowing that for them I give my life— For all my people I this cross do bear. My earthly ties are severed now, So Mary, go with John; As son and mother you’ll be known While life for you goes on. Thou hast thy sin confessed; Today in Paradise with me Thou’lt dwell among the blest. I thirst—my throat is parched and sore, My tongue no moisture knows, A fiery pain surrounds my form; I’m mocked...