Jesus, You are the Angels true freedom, Paradise pleasure, remind you the inhuman trials you endured when Your enemies surrounded you like angry lions. Remind you the countless insults, spit, blow, lacerations and other atrocities never heard of, and how the soldiers tormented Thee at will. As I ponder these torments and insulting words, I beseech Thee, my Savior, to deliver me from all my enemies, visible and invisible, and to take me under Your protection to perfect and eternal salvation. Amen.
Pray Our Fathet... Hail Mary ... Glory be to the father.
Pray Our Fathet... Hail Mary ... Glory be to the father.
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