Eleventh Station - Jesus Is Nailed to the Cross
God made man is laid on a tree and stretches His arms out wide,
Death immortalized by His openness and love He doesn’t hide.
My Lord hangs to the cross by His beautiful holy hands and feet,
Struggling for every breath, I watch in horror His life deplete.
Uncertain I can continue to breathe, imagining His agony,
I hope to live in surrender to honor His blasphemy.
I shake and cry as His precious blood pours out for my sins to amend,
Realizing there is no pain or suffering He can’t comprehend.
With deep sorrow, and gratitude, I submit that my Lord is crucified,
Perfect Love lived only to die for the redemption of humankind.
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