AGONY OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST AND BITTERNESS OF HIS HOLY MOTHER
AGONA OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST
AND BITTERNESS OF HIS HOLY MOTHER
Text of the revelation of Our Lady to Santa Brígida:
He was my Son of a miraculous complexion, and thus death battled with life in him. The pain of the nailed feet and hands, of the pierced head and of the broken nerves and veins, rose to the most tender heart, and they tormented him with incredible anguish. Resist the courage of the heart the violence of pain; it spread again through the members, and death was prolonged with unspeakable bitterness. Being in this battle of infinite agonies, he turned his eyes towards me, and knowing the greatness of the torment that my soul suffered, the bitterness and tribulation of his kind heart was so great, that surrendered to the ineffable anguish of death, according to humanity, He cried out to his eternal Father, saying: Father, into your hands I commend my spirit!
So that you know, Christian, that the affliction, bitterness and pain of the Most Holy Mary filled the pious heart of her Son with so much compassion that she took his life. Our Lady continues and says: As I, the saddest and most afflicted of all creatures, heard the cry of my Son and knew that it was a sign of his death, I had so much sadness and pain in my soul and body that I began to tremble with fear. so strong that my entrails trembled and all the limbs and bones of my body trembling hit each other with such fear and fright, with such bitter pain in my heart that there are no words to explain it.
I looked back at my Most Holy Son and I knew that his heart was breaking through pain. I saw that all the members of his divine body trembled and trembled horribly. I saw that he raised his most holy head a little, and then bowed it to me, his sorrowful and sorrowful mother. I saw his mouth open, his tongue revealed all covered in icy blood. I saw that his most sacred hands withdrew a little from the nails and the wounds were lengthened, and the entire weight of his body was allowed to fall on his divine feet. I saw that his fingers and arms were stretched out and stiffened, his back was pressed tightly against the cross, and then I expired with ineffable anguish and bitterness, the life of my soul, my Jesus.
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