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...









