Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do
Already your body aches from the thorns, the scourging, and the journey to Calvary. Now the nails send searing pain into your hands and feet. You ask forgiveness for your executioners and for all of us too, for we do not know what we do, how our sins have brought this upon you.
Forgive us, we know not what we do,
We know not the pain we cause you
When we live our selfish ways,
Nor the consequences of wrongful deeds
And the price you had to pay.
As I think of the nails piercing your hands
And your words of forgiveness
I ask you to grant me a forgiving heart;
Not to pay back one hurt with another,
But with an open hand in blessing.
Lord Jesus Christ, son of the Living God,
Whose mercy makes all things new,
Forgive me when I know not what I do!
From Last Words from the Cross by Fr. Patrick Sayles, SSC