X1    Jesus is Crucified

My executioners stretch My arms;
they hold My hand and wrist against
the wood and press the nail
until it stabs My flesh.
Then, with one heavy hammer smash,
they drive it through - and pain
bursts like a bomb of fire in My brain.

They seize the other arm and agony again explodes.

Then raising up My knees
so that My feet are flat against the wood,
they hammer them fast, too.

My God, I look at you and think:
Is my soul worth this much?

What can I give you in return?
I here and now accept
for all my life
 whatever sickness, torment, agony may come.
To every cross I touch my lips.

O Blessed Cross that lets me be -
 with you - a co-redeemer of humanity.