Stretching my arms so they cannot cross
they pound nails and tear my flesh.
Forgive them; they know not what they do.
Father, they’ve divided my clothes!
Playing games around this sacred cross,
they fight over torn pieces of cloth.
Forgive them; they know not what they do.
Father, they’ve divided my people!
How soon they forget the word of the cross,
they rip and they tear my body in two.
Forgive them; they know not what they do.
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