Poezja

I see them hitting in the nails
when He was estranged from God,
when they mocked Him and pain went through His body
when He gave His life and there was no mercy for Him
 
estranged He hanged as a human being and as the Godly One;
He blessed others when love still burned in His eyes
while at a distance His mother and other women were crying,
they cried when darkness appeared and lightning bolts fell everywhere
 
with nails through His hands, on His head a crown of thorns
with them that mock and one that betrayed him with a kiss;
without rest He was betrayed for pieces of silver,
but still His face is pure and I am aware of the greatest love.