The time has come for the Lord to suffer, Bound, they led Him to Pilate, But before the prisoner was crucified, He asked a question, following the custom.
"What is truth?" Pilate asked, Seeming to wish to hear the answer, But from Jesus he turns his gaze away, And before the people washes his hands.
Many people seek the truth, And leave much in this life, To find it, and quickly too, Yet having found it—carelessly reject it.
It is not profitable for all to live by truth, It demands so much in return. We speak beautifully of all things, But in reality, all happens otherwise.
Where does truth dwell now, friends? Does God's truth live in our lives? Or has it long awaited beyond the door, For us to accept it, parting with lies?
Does it dwell in our thoughts and deeds? Is it seen in our actions together? Does it reign in the Churches? Or is its trace among us quite fragile?
Christ is the way and the true life… People reject Him, as before. They sketch their lives in haste, Before truth they close the door.
Let us preserve truth, friends, Not lose it halfway through, Guard it from falsehood and lies, Not quickly consenting to deception.
May God grant us always to love truth. It is one. There are many counterfeits. It is immortal, sincere, and pure, The thorny path to it is not easy.
Christ commanded us to live by truth— With complete dedication, trusting in God. We cannot escape storms and thunder, of course, But this path leads to Heaven's Palace.
