Jesus bowed his head and died. It is finished. His body hanging from the wounds in hands and feet.
It is finished. Death has put an end to bodily suffering. The God-Man has become a corpse. Life has passed away.
The almighty deprived of strength! The strong God in no condition to do what is required of him, unable to face with pride his executioners.
The sad final walk. Christ, my Lord and God, is carried to the grave, removed from the land of the living.
Did Mary have to see you in this state? Your mother, who more than anyone must have been pained at the sight of your suffering; whose heart a sword must have pierced, when she beheld you thus.