Text Box: Jesus, cursed and jeered by the wild mob as traitor and thief adjudged to be guilty. My Jesus, I love you. Jesus, unjustly by Pilate’s word handed to the mob for Your crucifixion. My Jesus, I love you. Jesus, carrying Your heavy cross up the rugged hill thrice severely falling. My Jesus, I love you.

Jesus,

nailed to the shameful, hard cross

by beastly captors,

 tearing Your hands and feet.

My Jesus, I love you.

 

Jesus,

crucified with the two thieves,

 for greater mockery

 by the howling rabble.

My Jesus, I love you.

 

Jesus,

jeered by the gaping, large crowd

and the passer-by

 reviled and derided.

My Jesus, I love you.

The Soul’s Lament