Way of the Cross - XII. Jesus Expires on the Cross
Jesus, my God, dies on the cross for me. I have done nothing for Him. I too must die! O my Crucified Savior, grant that I may so live in the future that I may have no cause to fear a sudden and unimproved death. Jesus, for Thee I live. Jesus, for Thee I die!
Christ Speaks: The Cross becomes a pulpit now. "Forgive them, Father... You will be with me in Paradise... There is your Mother... There... your son... I thirst... It is complete." To speak I have to raise myself by pressing on my wrists and feet, and every move engulfs me in a new wave of agony. And then, when I have borne enough, have emptied my humanity, I let my mortal life depart.
Response: My Jesus, God, what can I say or do? I offer you my death with all its pains, accepting now the time and kind of death in store for me. Not a single instant would I lengthen my life's span. I offer you my death for my own sins and for those of all humanity. My God! My God! Forsake us not. We know not what we do.