You entered into our suffering in the form of a homeless baby
Even to the point of death on a cross.
A criminal, insurrectionist, blasphemer
Your Love was your demise.
Resistance can only lead to death.
Giving yourself up for the sake of understanding our hopeless state,
These poor banished children of Eve.
A holy victim, abandoned.
You know us.
We do not know what we do.
We’ll cast your body in a borrowed tomb
While we do not yet know what to do
Have mercy on us, Lord,
Now and at the hour of our death.