Jesus fell again.

Oh God, how many times must I fall

and pick up that cross again?

As many as seven times?

Or seventy times seven times?

For ever; until this never-ending road is ended;

until the impossible is completed,

the unbearable borne through all eternity.

 

For the sake of My children. My sons. My loved ones.

My bride. My people, I must go on.

 I will not, I must not, give up now.

The way of sorrows, the way of pain,

the way of self-renunciation,

 the way of My cross.

 

How long the road You came for us, Lord,

with Your smarting burden! O Lord.

Your love have no limits.

Your love have no limits.

 

You picked up the weight of Your cross,

the weight of our sins,

We are Your burden,

an overwhelming burden;

but that burden is sweet to You

because of the love You also bear to us,

an overwhelming love.

Your love has no limits.

Your love has no limits.

 

Lord, I know You can forgive me:

Your love has no limits.

Your love has no limits.