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"…tell the whole world about My inconceivable mercy. I desire that the Feast of Mercy be a refuge and shelter for all souls, and especially poor sinners. On that day the very depths of My tender mercy are open. I pour out a whole ocean of graces upon the souls who approach the Fount of My Mercy. On that day all the divine floodgates through which graces flow are opened. Let no soul fear to draw near to Me, even though its sins be as scarlet.... Mankind will not have peace until it turns to the Fount of My Mercy"

Jesus till S Faustina

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Ack!

Ack högaste himmel och fallande jord
det kostar på en yngling att leva här på jord
att leva här på jorden, det plågsamt vara må
att älska lilla vännen, den aldrig man kan få

Du talar visst väl, men du tänker inte så
för när jag vänder ryggen till, så ler du däråt
var gång jag till dig kommer, visst roar det dig
att du får tala falskhet och göra narr av mig

Om dagen i mitt arbete är du i mitt sinn
om natten när jag sover är du i min dröm
om morgon när jag vaknar, vem saknar jag då
jag saknar lilla vännen, den aldrig jag kan få

Dina rosenröda kinder, din sockersöta mun
har lagt på mitt hjärta en börda så tung
den bördan får jag bära och släpa för dig
så länge som bloden är varmer uti mig

DU SÖKER EFTER RIKEDOMAR, PENNINGAR OCH GULL
MEN DU FÅR INTE MERA ÄN TRENNE SKOVLAR MULL
OCH FYRA TUNNA BRÄDOR OCH SÅ EN SVEPEDUK
BLOTT FYRA TUNNA BRÄDOR ATT FÅ VILA I TILL SLUT

Med sorger och bekymmer får en skilja sig åt
gud nåde den mänskan som skiljer en åt
den mänskan gör värre än någon kan tro
den mänskan gör värre än den som håller krog

DU SÖKER EFTER RIKEDOMAR, PENNINGAR OCH GULL
MEN DU FÅR INTE MERA ÄN TRENNE SKOVLAR MULL
OCH FYRA TUNNA BRÄDOR OCH SÅ EN SVEPEDUK
BLOTT FYRA TUNNA BRÄDOR ATT FÅ VILA I TILL SLUT

Χριστός ἀνέστη!

Christ is risen from the dead, trampling down death by death, and to those in the tombs, granting life.

Ack!

Ack!

Dives in misericordia

"The Church proclaims the truth of God's mercy revealed in the crucified and risen Christ, and she professes it in various ways. Furthermore, she seeks to practice mercy towards people through people, and she sees in this an indispensable condition for solicitude for a better and "more human" world, today and tomorrow. However, at no time and in no historical period-especially at a moment as critical as our own-can the Church forget the prayer that is a cry for the mercy of God amid the many forms of evil which weigh upon humanity and threaten it. Precisely this is the fundamental right and duty of the Church in Christ Jesus, her right and duty towards God and towards humanity. The more the human conscience succumbs to secularization, loses its sense of the very meaning of the word "mercy," moves away from God and distances itself from the mystery of mercy, the more the Church has the right and the duty to appeal to the God of mercy "with loud cries."135 These "loud cries" should be the mark of the Church of our times, cries uttered to God to implore His mercy, the certain manifestation of which she professes and proclaims as having already come in Jesus crucified and risen, that is, in the Paschal Mystery. It is this mystery which bears within itself the most complete revelation of mercy, that is, of that love which is more powerful than death, more powerful than sin and every evil, the love which lifts man up when he falls into the abyss and frees him from the greatest threats."

Ven. Johannes Paulus II

Psalm

O Gud som trogen hulpit mig
i all min nöd och brist,
Jag tacka vill var dag förvisst
Dig Herre
Du giver mig ett dagligt bröd
och är mitt starka stöd
Jag lever och jag dör uti
Din kärlek.

Judas

"Judas, if true love never ceases
how could you, my friend, have come to this:
To sell me for thirty silver pieces
and betray me with a kiss?
Judas, remember what I taught you,
do not despair while hanging on the rope.
It's because you sinned that I have sought you;
I came to give you hope.
Judas, let us pray and hang together,
you on your halter, I upon my hill.
Dear friend, even if you loved me never,
you know I love you still."

Anonym

Pueri Hebraeorum

Palmsöndag

Passionssöndag

"Suffering streched out it's arms"

Icke av människohand gjord

Icke av människohand gjord

To agalma

Yesterday at midnight and a bit I went down
In the small square where I met you
Some statue which saw me it remembered me
And it didn’t deny to hear my pain

And I spoke to it for you and for me
And its eyes filled with tears and all the time they were crying
I told to it for your behaviour and for your other
For your unforgivable big mistakes

And then, my God, I burst into tears
That the dawn found me like a rag
With the statue in the road we walked together
It wiped my eyes and we changed road