SONET TO CHRIST at the Cross
date:March 28, 2023 Editor: GKut
To love you, Lord, does not decision me.
Heaven by you generously promised,
Neither am I moved by hell painted,
To not be offended by sin, my soul.
You decision me, Christ, Your torment moves me,
Scattered on the cross, temples in blood,
I am touched by the wounds in your body.
They burn and insult. And your death in torment.
You make love in me and that way,
That I would love you if heaven hadn't happened,
I'd be afraid if hell wasn't behind the grave.
You don't gotta perceive to me to love you.
Heart – not for the benefit of worship, but feels,
With specified power I would love as I love today...
Author unknown – Spain, 16th century
He translated Marek Baterowicz in 1993
