<p class="title_brown"><strong>Jesus falls for the third time under the weight of the Cross</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 book of Psalms (Psalms 143, 6-7)</em></p>

<p class="quote">I rise &nbsp;my hands&nbsp;to you;<br />
as a parched&nbsp;land, my soul longs for you<br />
oh Lord, answer me quickly;<br />
my spirit fails!</p>

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

<p class="normal_text">Lord Jesus, the dust you step on fuses with the dust that covers you and the blood that makes it look a part of you. Only the authenticity of your love, which continues to push you nevertheless the falls and the hardness of the path, gives life to the dryness that seems to have taken you, to the dust that merges with you. You rise your hands; rise your look; you rise; you know it is from the high, the verticality of your union with the Father that comes that water that continues to give you life and strength, which continues to firm your desire to rise the horizontality that trespasses men when the mist of God doesn&acute;t fertilizes the earth. You stand up. The path continues, because the blood and water have not yet strengthen humanity.<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 the ones who succumb to the hardships of the path. I present you a prayer by the maternal hands of Mary who in Fatima reminds that God is present, aware to the pain and dramas which dry life.<br />
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Our Father...</p>
