STATION XI

I will recount the steadfast love of the Lord,
the praises of the most high.

Who is this that comes from Edom,*
coming from Bozrah, his garments stained crimson?
Who is this in glorious apparel,*
marching in the greatness of his strength?
‘It is I, who announce that right has won the day,*
It is I’, say the Lord, ‘for I am mighty to save.’
Why are your robes all red, O Lord,*
and your garments like theirs who tread the winepress?

I will recount the steadfast love of the Lord,
the praises of the most high.       [Isaiah 63.1-2]

Cruel nails! Piercing gentle hands,
once flowing with healing miracles
Cruel nails! Piercing sacred feet,
once walking with pure and holy joy.

My hands are yours, in the world today. My feet are your feet. May I bring healing, in body,
mind or spirit, to all those whose lives touch mine; always walking with holy joy.


In this eleventh station,
you are beaten and bloodied,
cast down, nailed firm. 
You finally succumb
to your destiny......

Resolute as nails!
Word made Flesh!
Prophecy, come true!
It is I’, say the Lord, 
‘for I am mighty to save.’


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