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The cross weighs me down, it is a great
mountain.
It is You, Jesus, it is You
who takes me along the way with You.
Will I be able to deny You anything
after suffering so much for me?
If you did not give me heart,
I might go to that extreme.
But no, I will not deny you anything, never, never, my
Jesus!
Jesus, O how heavy is my cross today!
Help me to lift it: I am weak.
Give to me your strength,
So that I am able to say:
Jesus is the strength of my suffering,
It is He, and not I, who lifts my cross!
O, how happy and fortunate I am
lifting the cross with Jesus!
O, what fortune, O, what a joy
to have to Jesus for my companion,
to have him as my Cyrenean!
In the middle of my cross,
I always praise the Lord.
But this outcry of mine says nothing
Of the mighty, of the unutterable
Praise that my heart wants to render Him.
O, my God, O, my Jesus,
everything is for You, and everything is nothing at all!
Speak, my hard heart,
Tell Jesus and the heavenly Mother
How much you want Them,
how keenly you want to love Them!
O Jesus, O Heavenly Mother, I am yours!
Where the cross is
There is clear proof
of the love of Jesus.
I suffer much.
Oh, how fortunate I am,
I am Christ's member,
I am His imitator,
I have a miniscule share
in his holy Passion!
Oh pain, oh my pain,
you are mine
and in you is Jesus!
I will never let you go.
Oh Jesus, oh my dear Jesus,
help me to walk,
help me to take my cross,
to climb my Calvary.
I want to walk, but I cannot.
To love the cross, the cross of Jesus,
to love suffering
is a lifetime of martyrdom.
Oh Jesus,
there is no greater joy on earth
than to suffer for your love.
To suffer or to die.
Oh Jesus, may your cross
and the love of your divine Heart,
with the dear heavenly Mother,
be again
the salvation of our Homeland.
Forget, Jesus, forget, heavenly Mother,
the crimes with which you are offended!
Oh Jesus, hear the shout of one who calls
You!
It is an afflicted heart seeking help,
it is a soul tired of suffering,
and it wants to rest in You.
O, Heaven, O, Heaven, my Jesus,
It costs so much to get there
and so many delays!
Jesus, I do not want to upset you,
I am your victim
and I want only your divine will.
O my Jesus,
let me follow you Calvary,
but with that love and the same pain
with which the heavenly Mother followed You.
I don’t have a heart
that knows how to accompany you
so closely and so absolutely
as our dear heavenly Mother;
but at least allow me to suffer with You
with the greatest perfection possible.
O, Jesus, O, Heavenly Mother,
O, how my cross weighs me down!
I am struggling with its weight,
my heart is oppressed
and frightened because it feels so alone.
I am afraid of everything,
and I feel the need of light and of a guide.
Save me, Jesus and our heavenly Mother!
My Jesus, my soul is sad,
sadder than death.
Have pity of your little daughter
so ill and so poor,
who needs more protection and support from you.
Accept my tears. |
