He sets his face like flint and takes our place,
Staggers beneath the black weight of us all
And falls with us that he might break our fall.
So the soldiers took charge of Jesus. Carrying his own cross, he went out to the place of the Skull (which in Aramaic is called Golgotha). There they crucified him. John 19:16-18
We can no longer see God in Jesus, this man who seems so frail, who stumbles and falls.Vatican, Station 3
May we be forgiven when we do not feel compassion for those who bear heavy burdens, physical or emotional, and fall beneath them. Stations of the Cross, Raymond Chapman
And now he falls upon the stones that bruise
The flesh, that break and scrape the tender skin.
He and the earth he made were never closer,
Divinity and dust come face to face.
We flinch back from his via dolorosa,
He sets his face like flint and takes our place,
Staggers beneath the black weight of us all
And falls with us that he might break our fall.
Malcolm Guite, Station III Jesus falls the first time. Sounding the Seasons; seventy Sonnets for the Christian Year, Canterbury Press 2012
A prayer
Jesus, walking towards death, be with us when our bodies fail at last.