J.M.J.

FOR THE SAKE OF HIS SORROWFUL PASSION

CAN YOU, MY DEAR CHILDREN, YOUR OWN CROSSES COMPARE

WITH THE ONE THAT MY SON FOR YOUR SINS DID BEAR?

WHY WAS HIS CROSS SO HEAVY, VERY FEW UNDERSTOOD;

THE WEIGHT OF YOUR SINS WAS EACH SPLINTER OF WOOD.

WERE YOU NOT AMONG THOSE WHO MY SON DID TORMENT?

YOU WERE THERE IF FOR YOUR SINS YOU HAVE FAILED TO REPENT.

 YOU ASSUME THAT YOU ALSO DID NOT SPIT ON HIS FACE,

BUT IN GOD'S EYES YOU DID SO BY REJECTING HIS GRACE.

IT WAS NOT PONTIUS PILATE WHO ALONE WASHED HIS HANDS;

YOU TOO DID THE SAME WHEN YOU DISOBEYED GOD'S COMMANDS.

 THE SCOURGING THAT RIPPED MY SON'S FLESH FROM EACH BONE

WAS INFLAMED BY EACH SIN WHICH YOU FAILED TO ATONE.

ALLOW NOT YOUR HEART FROM THE PASSION TO STRAY

FOR WITHOUT MY SON'S BLOOD YOU WOULD NOT FIND THE WAY.

I PRAY THAT THOSE SLEEPING HEAR MY VOICE AND AWAKE

BEFORE THE MOUNTAINS AS NEVER BEFORE START TO QUAKE.

"THY WILL BE DONE"

 2-28-2004

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