“Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.”
— Psalm 143:1 (Douay-Rheims Bible
Slowly, quietly, in the hush of prayer,
From the darkness, the cross emerges clear.
A bright glow lights the room,
The time of penance draws to its end.
The merciful waiting, Lord, with which You blessed us,
Now ends with relentless might.
Thrown into fire, I fought,
In cold silence, I waited,
Like steel, I was tempered.
Slowly, quietly, in the hush of prayer,
Justice raises the sword.
I know what will happen now:
Your triumph, Your resurrection!
You prepared me for this my whole life.
I cannot be bought,
My soul cannot be defeated.
I kneel only before God,
And silver coins are but worthless dust.
All will pay for their treason,
And in the end, I will lay down my head.
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Arkadiusz Niewolski



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