When the soldiers crucified him,
as his clothes they were dividing,
they cast lots, though, for the cloak,
proving what a prophet wrote.
Waiting by the cross, three Marys:
Jesus saw them as they tarried.
Matched his mother with the one,
who would be, to her, a son.
Knowing that his time was ending,
thirsty for some understanding.
“It is finished,” he then said.
Bowed his head, and he was dead.
Image: Missal Pontifical (Crucifixão, fl. 20v.), 1616-1622
Source: John 19:23-30
Text: David Alexander, 2022 CC BY-NC SA 4.0
Tune: De Profundus, Public Domain
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