I cannot bear to think What He went through that day When they nailed Him to that wooden cross As His Mother knelt to pray.

Did He shout with words of anger, Did He struggle, did He fight; Or did he turn His eyes toward Heaven To His Father and the light.

He didn't cry for vengeance, As His body filled with pain He didn't beg for mercy As His life began to wane.

I picture His sweet Mother As at His feet she knelt Such suffering and anguish Imagine how she felt.

With one last burst of strength He spoke these words so true, "Forgive them Father; For they know not what they do."

Who will set a guard over my mouth, and an effective seal upon my lips, so that I may not fall because of them, and my tongue may not destroy me?

O Lord, Father and Master of my life, do not abandon me to their designs, and do not let me fall because of them!

Who will set whips over my thoughts, and the discipline of wisdom over my mind, so as not to spare me in my errors, and notoverlook my sins? Otherwise my mistakes may be multiplied, and my sins may abound, and I may fall before my adversaries, and my enemy may rejoice over me.

O Lord, Father and God of my life, do not give me haughty eyes, and remove evil desire from me. Let neither gluttony nor lust overcome me, and do not give me over to shameless passion.

Ecclesiasticus, or the Wisdom of Jesus, Son of Sirach - Chapter 22:27-23:6