The Seventh Station, Jesus Falls the Second Time

A Wearisome Sacrifice

In the hush of sorrow’s display,
A lone cross burdens His frame,
Wearisome steps echo the midday,
In His fall, the world bears His pain.

Bruised hands, a silent plea,
Under the weight of scorn and stone,
Yet within that fractured decree,
A love reborn through suffering shown.

The dust of earth, His fleeting rest,
A fragile hope amid despair,
In every tremor of His breast,
Redemption whispers in the air.

For every fall, a lesson deep,
In wounds that mirror our own,
Through brokenness, His grace does seep,
In every scar, salvation is known.

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Let us pray:

Grant us the courage to bear our burdens,
As You bore the cross, step by step.
May our hearts find solace in Your sacrifice,
And our spirits be lifted by Your endless love.

In our moments of weakness,
Let us remember the strength in Your fall,
That even in brokenness,
There is beauty, redemption, and hope.

Guide us to walk in Your light,
To embrace our own frailties
And rise in the grace of Your mercy,
Today, and every day. Amen.