Jesus was scourged. The whips cut His back until it was shredded and bathed in His blood. A crosn of thorns was set upon His head in mockery. Then they returned His robe to Him, and brought Him to the cross on which He was to die.
Jesus embraced the cross, resting it painfully on the smarting wounds on His back.
Lord, You were scourged and wounded;
You deserved no punishment,
but were punished in our place.
Thank You, Jesus.
When You were already hurting,
You embraced the cross.
Thank You, Jesus.
Taken from Celtic Daily Prayer