ROUTE LIVING CROSS WRITTEN
I
Sleep potion all sin
the stone bowl with a choice of Pilate.
taste delight us all smile,
the contrary Prokuli ślemy him to the executioner.
Our choices, then free will,
code written in us at dawn.
times: His kisses for obol
filed on him hidden in thorns.
II
Judgement has already collapsed. Cross brought him.
Wooden? No, it's very misleading.
with sin is hand-planed carpenter.
Carpenter all of us without an ounce of humility.
a huge weight on his shoulders,
submitted after this day with solemnity.
The Ark of the Covenant smashed
drifts wrong, and the shore is a shadow.
III
fell. Though God, sin, overwhelmed him.
heart in the chest knocking remnant forces.
thorn of sin the blood of rosi His eyes.
While many of us around, no one crying.
Our pride, greed and lust,
substitute for the weight of his cross.
Jealousy, greed, anger and sloth,
it is our mundane supper.
IV
Then the moment of relief in the heart appears and
when among our own, as he saw her face,
and though her face in tears in wallows,
is the view of Mother koił Go forever.
he could not feel the maternal embrace of
and could not wipe a tear from her face.
briefly entered the realm of memories,
humbly accepting our times.
V
When he returned from the field of Simon of Cyrene,
he saw the enormity of our sin.
matured too painful scenes of the tragedy,
and saw the passion in God-Man.
He helped carry our sinful ballast, including a brief
bringing relief to him.
Why act now, instead of sinning again,
subtract the weight of the cross of the divine?
VI
when Veronica wiped Thy face,
this image was on the canvas.
How our faith in ourselves extinct
and how our blind eyes wierutnie?
What is more we need in exchange for the little
but love for him?
What is more we need signs,
to love the living God?
VII
padasz sin again crushed, and the pain
Thy limbs all torn.
Again provides help Simon of Cyrene,
when my help again alive.
blood on the knees, the wounds on the body,
bloody tears with the sweat on your face.
Tell me a divine angel,
their help if I give a dare?
Aug
In his passion brings great comfort, lasting
beside the road the women
sad eyes ascend toward their eyes will say
and substitute them with hope:
"Do not cry over me, but weep for yourselves,
for thou art my only tree branch. "
How Jesus I want to be with you?
Whenever you want to be a part of?
Sep
padasz third time in a mass of sin.
In the distance no longer see the place of your execution.
God who are still in this man,
is no stranger to a sense of awe.
I arose again from the pain.
And again, you hear a crown of thorns.
Forces of the rest of the sample shall,
because you know This must be completed.
X
you stripped the clothes, wanting to honor you subtract.
Vinegar cities were given water to drink.
not you, Lord, but I am ashamed to take
because I sent you there.
Nudity Thy holy grace has covered, but
around no one sees.
Nobody wants to be visible to us,
because everyone wants to sneer at you.
Nov
The hands and feet bretnale dug.
Unbelievers king you notified
and loneliness on the cross, therefore been
sister-crown of thorns.
Sin is our very conscientiously made this mystery
huge mileage,
centurion that cross the vertical set,
thunder announced that the torture in the sky.
Dec
When a ghost to follow Thy Father
and began to leave your body now,
even a word to each other same
wyrzekłeś quietly that "it happened."
bow suffering that I lived the life of his
poor sin woven,
suffering that you've killed him, Thy teachings
niepomnym eternally wise.
XIII
who gave you the words of thy faith,
it together with your beloved mother,
huge drinking cup of bitterness,
began to pull your body from the cross.
they dropped dead tears face
blood from your holy face washing.
motherly hands, sweet, virginal,
berth after his death, asking relief.
XIV
body shroud of white spowito
and put them in a dark cave.
huge stone cave was covered
and guard the grave of thy rozstawiono.
Fear fulfilling prophecy is made that the grave
guard told them urgently.
That word, the truth revealed to the prophet,
had more guard already early in the morning.
EPILOGUE
What is the passion for us today?
What pain, suffering, and his wounds?
Are you aware of this we,
that our deeds he was convicted?
I remember that this road, though
is crowned with a terrible death,
not the end of it, and resurrection
and eternal existence is marked.
(homo polacus)
Image shows a crucified Jesus Christ presented in one of his paintings by Salvador Dali.
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