Camino de la cruz

Silently you pass carrying your cross
Your cross that is not yours but mine
Barefoot on the dust of your beloved land
That today condemns you for loving anyone
You pass among the people without reproaching them
And silently watch as the road lengthens

With shoulders swollen from carrying the wood
A wood burdened with the sins of the people
That sacrifice in which your life culminates
Of 33 short years, long suffered
33 years of life, deep preacher
Of such noble gospel and noble mission

For these sticks you were born
To save men like me
Weak pilgrims who do not sing

You die so many times
In my street and my nation
And madly in love you die atrociously

You didn't have a cross, you sought mine
And no matter how many times you fall, you still walk
I will follow your steps, friend Jesus
In the end, my madness, madness of the cross

Thank you, Lord, thank you
For carrying your cross
Your cross that is not yours
But mine.