2. LentenLamentations – Hymn Sorrowafflicts me (Regret soul squeezes) Sorrow afflicts me, my heart bleeds with pain. As Sweet Jesus prepares himself for death. Drenched in bloody sweat, The cup He accepts, On death he reflects. Soldiers approach Him while Judas draws near. To kiss his Master, without shame or fear. Like hungry wild wolves, they betray our Lord, Betray our Savior. The rabble frenzied with fury and hate, Strike blows, Push, kick Him; lead Him through the gate. They spit in His face and pull on His hair, The meek King of the Highest. One soldier in arms lifts his iron fists, At the sacred Face blood purples Christ's lips. Tenderly His eyes look up filled with tears, The Beloved Heart looks at the crowd who jeers.
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17. the end Music - Gorzkie żale – Pobudka Illustrations - Way of the Cross in the art of the people Mafa from Cameroon A presentationprepared - Anna
