The Seventh Station
The Second Fall
There is no rest along the way. I cannot lie here in the dust. A stumble does not mean a stay. There is no rest along the way. My mission? Finishing this day. Should I continue? Yes, I must. There is no rest along the way. I cannot lie here in the dust.
The Twelfth Station
Pater
My spirit longs to come to you. Please pardon all that they have done. Forgive whatever else they do.
Upon the cross in common view, I hang between those most would shun. My spirit longs to come to you.
As day gets dark, my hours are few. Lots have been cast, the garment won. Forgive whatever else they do.
I leave my friend, my mother, too. My God, I am your only son! My spirit longs to come to you.
When given sour wine on cue, I drink, though it is fit for none. Forgive whatever else they do.
My race is over. I am through. I finish what they have begun. My spirit longs to come to you. Forgive whatever else they do.