It seems that every step to Calvary brought You fresh humiliation, my Jesus.
How Your sensitive nature recoiled at being stripped before a crowd of people.
You desired to leave this life as You entered it – completely detached from all the comforts of this world.
You want me to know without a doubt that you loved me with an unselfish love.
Your love for me caused You nothing but pain and sorrow.
You gave everything and received nothing in return.
Why do I find it so hard to be detached?