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–Your gasping struggle to breathe through a rib cage collapsed and

passages blocked.

–Your tongue cleaving to your jaws from thirst and the high fever of blood
loss.

–Your struggling to speak clearly picked up by those You love and who love

You. Even I myself, I hear your words as well.

–Your aching neck unable to lean back for the thorns around your head.

–Your humiliation of nakedness and nausea of stomach ongoing support for
strugglers.

– Your clothing divided amongst them and lots cast for your robe, items

belonging only to your Mother.

–Your hearing them say that you saved others but couldn’t save yourself.

–Your hearing that if you were the Son of God, to come down off the cross.

-Your divinity decreeing death, so no coming down off your atoning cross.

– Your seven last words of the Eternal Word Made Flesh in mouth pain,

breathing pain, love pain, endless pain.

– Your dark night of interior cries and pleading for the souls of sinners.

–Your words of loneliness, submission and confidence in your Father God
as in Psalm 21.

–Your eyes clouded with blood looking for your Mother in her state of

grievous paralysing shock.

–Your disciple John holding Mary, and hearing your gift of her Motherhood.

–Your forgiveness of your killers and, managing it in such crying agony.

–Your promise of immediate paradise to the thief become friend.

–Your lack of resentment for the other thief, in his sarcasm.

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