In her desolation she bathes with her tears His beautiful face, His gentle breast,His side that is man's comfort, His wounded hands and His feet all red with blood.
Again and again she holds tightly to herself His breast and arms, and has eyes for nothing but His wounds. And in this state of mind she wholly melts away in the kisses of a bereaved mother.
Therefore we ask you, Mother, by these tears, by your Son's cruel death and by the blood of His wounds, plant well in our hearts the grief that afflicted yours.
To the Father and the son and the co-eternal Spirit, to the most high God in three Persons,be everlasting glory, eternal praise and honor in this and in every age.
Amen.
Dearest Mother,
Help us to unite our sufferings to yours and your Son's help and pray that we may be able to suffer well as you did under the cross. So many times we complain while we are on the cross and sometimes it's even harder to watch from under the cross. So help us dear Mary to suffer well as you and Your Son did, and help us to do this if only it is Christ's Will. Thank you Mother for all your sufferings and for giving us your son, your one and only and our One and Only.
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