Way To Love Life written 
WAY OF LIFE 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 a thorn.
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.
huge weight on his shoulders,
submitted after this day with solemnity.
The Ark of the Covenant smashed
drifting 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.
Although many of us around, nobody cries.
Our pride, greed and lust,
substitute for the weight of his cross.
jealousy, greed, anger and laziness,
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 the face of the Her tears are wallows,
is the view of Mother koił him forever.
he could not feel the maternal embrace
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 hindrances
this 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,
so the image was on the canvas.
how our faith in ourselves extinct
and how our blind eyes wierutnie?
What is more we need in return
as though the little love Him?
What is more we need signs,
to love the living God?
VII
padasz sin again crushed,
and pain Thy limbs all torn.
again provides help Simon of Cyrene,
when my aid once 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,
ongoing road beside the women
sad eyes ascend toward their eyes
and will say to them with the hope of a substitute:
"Do not cry over me, but weep for yourselves,
trees thou my twig."
How Jesus I want to be with you?
How much you want to be a part of?
Sep
padasz third time under the weight of sin.
already visible in the distance of your place of execution.
God who are still in this man,
is no stranger to a sense of awe.
I arose again from the pain.
I hear back crown of thorns.
try the rest of the Force shall,
because you know that it has to be filled.
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,
around but 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 with her sister-crown of thorns.
our conscientiously Sin much it meant
vast mileage of this mystery,
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,
word yet on himself
wyrzekłeś quietly that "it happened."
bow suffering that I lived
his life miserable sin woven,
suffering that you've killed him,
Thy wise eternal teachings niepomnym.
XIII
who gave you the words of thy faith,
it together with your beloved mother,
huge drinking cup of bitterness,
began pull your body from the cross.
tears they dropped dead 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 against the tomb Thy rozstawiono.
Fear is the fulfillment of prophecies made
that the tomb was ordered to guard them carefully.
That the word of truth revealed to the prophet,
more guard had been early in the morning.
EPILOGUE
What is the passion for us today?
What pain, suffering, and his wounds?
Are you aware of this we,
our deeds that he was convicted?
I remember that this road,
although death is a terrible crowned,
not the end of it, and resurrection
and eternal existence is marked.
(Sad Clown)
Image shows a crucified Jesus Christ presented on one of his paintings by Salvador Dali.
