The One, who lives at the margin of society, because God takes shape in him,
meet you in silence,

that you can recognize God.

The One, who is too precious to this world, which nails him to the cross,
because it doesn’t understand him, touches your wounds,

so that you can live.

The One, who is born out of God, who is oblivious to himself,
who lives,
because God is everything to him,

bless you.

(Volker Schunck)

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