My Lord and my God,
under the loving eyes of our Mother,
we are making ready to accompany you
along this path of sorrow,
which was the price for our redemption.
We wish to suffer all that You suffered,
to offer you our poor, contrite hearts,
because you are innocent, and yet
you are going to die for us,
who are the only really guilty ones.
My Mother, Virgin of sorrows,
help me to relive those bitter hours
which your Son wished to spend on earth,
so that we, who were made from a handful of clay,
may finally live
in libertatem gloriae filiorum Dei,
in the freedom and glory of the children of God.

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