Come humbly to Christ Like before God, like your Creator. Look at His crooked wounds, On this crown of thorns. Draw from the highest heavens: Go into sin, into the heat of the evil light, He died for someone, then rose again, That's why the trail is crooked. Walk on the blood of His saint I see the dawn and I see the dawn. Evil walks around the empty soul, The flesh wants to live in goodness. Just where will the good come from? Who would you like to give for what? How do you have your sins today? Do you want to rozpinat the sign of Christ?! Come, people, to Christ, Get on your knees before the Creator, The holy place has shone, Why call Yogo your Father!
