The Twelfth Station

O God, my God, look upon me:
  why hast thou forsaken me?  Ps. 21:2

Jerusalem’s spires silently astride,
 A man drove a lance deep into Our Lord,
Life’s blood and water streamed forth from the Word.
 Inhabitants came to mock their true pride –
Their salvation and Messiah deride.
 Few faithful eyes watched the Holy adored:
From precious wounds Our Lord’s last blood drops poured.
 God’s love gave all – Jesus crucified.

Through all ages Our Lord’s glory unfolds:
 Triumphant is heaven’s merciful plan.
The holy truth lives in what the Church holds.
 The crucifixion’s story shapes each man.

The full measure of mercy related,
  In death Christ spoke, “It is consummated.”