<p class="title_brown"><strong>Jesus is laid in the tomb</strong></p>
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<p class="normal_text"><strong>V. </strong>We adore you, O Christ and we bless you.<br />
<strong>R. </strong>Because&nbsp;by&nbsp;your Holy Cross, you&nbsp;have redeemed&nbsp;the world.<br />
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<p class="subtitle_brown"><em>From the gospel of John (John 19, 40-41)</em></p>

<p class="quote">They took the body of Jesus and wrapped it in linen cloths with the spices, according to the Jewish burial custom. Now there was a garden in the place where Jesus was crucified, and in the garden a new tomb in which no one had yet been laid.</p>

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<p class="subtitle_brown"><em>Meditation</em></p>

<p class="normal_text">Lord Jesus, I see your dead body being cared by good men and women. Present, compassionate, who love you. They are mourning, down, bended over a horizon with no amplitude or hope. Mary, yours and now my mother, receives you in her arms and questions herself about the designs of Gog who called her and trusted her with a blessed Fruit. She will question herself, in pain; but I believe she sees trustfully and hopefully that the history does not end there, even if one cannot see its continuation. It is a new tomb, the one where you are laid. Everything about to happen is new.<br />
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<p class="subtitle_brown"><em>Prayer</em></p>

<p class="normal_text">Holy Father, United to the oblation of your Son Jesus I pray for those who struggle, many times in the middle of difficult scenarios, to remain in hope. I present you this prayer by the maternal hands of Mary who in Fatima invites to trust in the promise and unveils horizons of hope and plain life.<br />
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Our Father...</p>
