Glorious Cross March
I gave you a royal scepter, but you gave me a crown of thorns (Reproaches, Good Friday).
I answer you.
Your love spoils us.
Created in your own image,
elect among the nations,
born as sons and daughters,
enlightened by your Word,
consecrated as messianic,
sent with power,
royal inheritors of the Kingdom—we are favored!
But the crown has made big the head of the one who wears it:
the divine image has led to arrogance,
election to egotism,
sonship to incorrigibility,
the Word to foolishness,
messianism to rudeness,
mission to self-interest
inheritance to pride.
The crown now stings like a crown of thorns.
What can we do except put the thorns back on your head,
the only One who can redeem it again into a worthy crown?
Water doesn’t dirty those who draw it; those who draw it dirty the water. (Luba)