That's the end of Christ

GOD IN TATERS

From Giewont the Lord God looks

Cloudy Thoughtful

Like a frightened heart echo

He's beating himself up about the turn.

Like a stone hit

Under the blue door

Our Life Embroidered

A thin bloodstain

From Giewont the Lord God looks

In the tangle of paths

And picks up the fallen

And they shouted “I believe!”

As advanced as a bird's scream

The shooter's act is ringing.

From Giewont God pulls out

A firm line of hands

And it sways our heart

At the altar of the mountains

When sleazes like groves

Suffocating wind bag

From Giewont the Lord God looks

Cloudy Thoughtful

Before the storm whips

In unveiled turns

It goes through the valleys.

And where he kneels

His back bent

I was glowing with a rainbow...

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From that perspective, from where everything always goes away

When I turn my head and look back...

What was so large that we were beyond

Now it becomes tiny and dies like dust...

The pain grows with scars...crying crosses

Tears break in monuments...in the largest cemeteries

The stars die out like candles blowing breath

When a dangerous memento time is carved in our faces

From where everything always goes away

Where the tired clocks die of effort

Where space is beyond human measure

He's only getting close through the flame of faith.

He's the only 1 in my life who's inactive huge.

And the time - so powerful - lies at his feet

The more I'm close to a flying fistful of sand

The bigger the Almighty God in my life!

GOD'S STRUM IS SWEETING BLOODS...

Green Angel of the Forest over the Pass

When I come back injured with a fever

Great oxygen shelter between the mountains

A tender green wing that heals grief

This green harmony lost by humans

Peace that measurement the earth's sunny pulse

It's the day-to-day increasing up in the mystery of life.

As we descend into the ground by the stairs of the roots

The dawn of the flowering branch combs the darkness

And she's moving off the road from the north

You, our mystery rising day

Every hr of problem – the happiness of God so far!

I want to return to the rhythm... to the fresh harmony...

To the light that fills the colored window of speech

To the peace of nature

Out of the forest that covers the shade of purple

From the chaos of everyday life I lift my head again

When my heart of poesy beats rhythmically

And erstwhile silence touches me around my heart

That's erstwhile I grow the music of the Pope.

God sits by the stream...washes blood feet

And the sign of the cross lays out of damp stones

And he listens to this music of the world

Which flows restless from the unbelief land...

Then he puts his hands on our tired eyes

After the storm, we'll have faces again.

And erstwhile our body is restlessly shaken

He covers us with a blanket full of stars...and dreams...

In Mr. God's theme...

In the Theatre of God, anything is possible

A branch that plays in the wind - a drop that bothers

The stone that hurt your careless foot

The sun that brings hope in us at night

Faith That Moves Mountains in the Name of God

When the human head fails us all

As shortly as the light he lights

For the intent of the dark, he will say

Everything is real in the Theatre of God

Can't play the function again

It's God's decision to lower the curtain.

Though we repeat our own gestures and words

By His will they turn into flesh

Or they fly a blower into the clouds

♪ erstwhile we've got our fingers through a sieve ♪

When it's hard for us to decision forward

Then comes the last hour

The fact that takes off the mask and the costume takes off

The clock of the heart is approaching a quieter step

When God opens our doors to the eternity of heaven

Everything is real in the Theatre of God

Everything around us does God’s will

This Theatre of God is full of harmony

It's just that we're the only ones who don't play our roles well...

I snuck in...

I leaned down like a sick tree

By the wind torn by lightning wounded

But, Lord! You hold and wind and thunder

Let me rise my crown to you again

To the sun of your love in the warmth of mercy

And to the rainbow of hope that you unzip mad head

Let religion and Good Become Body

Thrown into our hearts like grain Your word

I leaned down in fear

O our common destiny as the wind blows again

Because it's so hard for us to make our independence.

When our enemy writes our history

'Cause they're the ones that teach us to watch out for tomorrow.

Humility erstwhile We Have Hope Fragile

When the wall surrounds us with uncertainty and defeat

When only the strength of the Spirit saves

She's expected to break the walls and open the gate.

Untangle the future way of tight fear knot

The Spirit Who Walks Through all Prison

When the Light of His Power God Raises in His Hand

Then I must love the Lord! As priest John wrote

Because only good love builds and creates

♪ 'Cause we're leaving as fast as the wind ♪

Written with a finger on the sky map...

Before I have a fistful of dust before God

I inactive want to say goodbye.

And leave them with religion as before dream

What if the sun rises after night above the Homeland...

That fact and love can't defeat a lie

That you would be Mother-Polish! free and happy

As long as we inactive love and the spirit of freedom

He constantly calls you in his prayers!

MY CHTYSTUS

Tears surrounded by...source and flame...

Covered with a coat of earth... wrapped in space...

Good Lord! Violet in the dark corner

Between the elements, I grow in my fate...

You between the beginning and the end of the universe

Bowed at the source... moving towards the shores...

Lord, what pierces us with your eyes like a sword

You are above these elements – Alpha and Omega!

From birth to death Your good face

Your eyes are immense looking over us

From the abyss to the abyss we can't think

For eternity, what's going on with the dead stars

On your human face a trace of time on your forehead

And the date on which we have human consciences

Because we know the date is coming.

Where will my face be shed of blood!

And you carry us in suffering above human affairs

Only a shroud of death will you leave bleeding

So we can see your earthly footprints

When you look through the bitterness of the thorn crown

Your eyes are immense watching over me

They make me see light... color... and conscience.

Oh, my God! It stays erstwhile you see everything...

Humility and prayer, love and silence.

This is where Christ...

This is where Christ walked! In the large coat of light

Still the forest kneels with breath

He's been through our lives.

To awaken a dormant conscience within us

This is how Christ came!

Over all tree... Over the 20th Century

In the dark, he lit with a match of love

Bend tenderly over all man

This is where Christ walked ! with a pilgrim's church

He multiplied the Word like fish and bread

Join those who have trusted him

And they walk with him like mystical singing

This is where Christ came along the Vistula banks!

Shining crosses among forests and fields

This is where he came through the uprisings and wars.

To bear with us misery and pain...

This is where Christ walked! in the glow of the Decalogue

Over each of our bowed tears

It is He who lovingly helps us to lift up

Our Freedom of religion The large House

This is how Christ came to meet us!

He was just speaking our Polish language.

While he was waiting for a gathering with the pilgrimage

With his parent somewhere under Czestochowa

This is where Christ came in the crown of suffering!

Under the cross of sin alone and sick

Look for Him in Exhibition windows

When we deficiency humility

This is where Christ walked!

Still burning fresh traces of blood

This is where he came in carrying History.

Our crazy dangerous days

This is where Christ walked! In the large coat of light

Still the forest kneels with breath

That's where he went crying through our land.

To awaken the dormant Conscience in us...