Glorious Cross March
I raised you to the height of majesty, but you have raised me high on a cross. My people, what have I done to you? How have I offended you? Answer me! (Reproaches, Good Friday).
I answer you.
Yes, you lifted me high by your almighty power,
a gesture which leaves me very much disturbed.
For it seems to me that it was you yourself
who once gave up your omnipotence,
long before I dishonored you
by scandalously hanging you on the cross.
Is it not true
that it was you who emptied yourself of equality with God?
You despoiled yourself!
And so I saw you as the opposite image of myself,
and even less than I am—you became a slave.
Why this self-humiliation?
As for your complaint
it was your devotion for me
that hung you on the cross.
Now I can only embrace it
and kneel before your self-denigrating love.
Wash the eyes of a puppy and one day he will bite you. (Bayombe)
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