My empty house, my soul is full of
spiders,
No way to go for covering my empty
day,
No will to overfill the ash of my
reminders,
To see the thread of grass or bright
my stay,
Come here my hope, don`t let my soul
away!!!
Don`t punish me for my mistake and for
my sin,
I am a suffering daughter in her
blindly body`s falling,
Reveal me your will, as I know my God
could clean
My mud and wounds for come to life
after collapsing,
Only by Your help and love, My Lord,
I`m over passing!!!
As now I`m the chaff, don`t throw me
in that fire burning,
I`ll try to change myself and
understand your warning,
And my last breath for your wisdom
advice is praying.
However, disappointed and comfortless,
my days I`m counting,
Light and peace, Your ever love - are
all that I`m wanting.
What to do, my God, for You to give
alms to my heart?
As a helpless, I pray for my salvation
and soul`s good part,
To straighten my steps and fight
against bad devil art.
As I am in a dusty room within an old
inn`s malicious chart,
Wipe up my tears, Lord! I`m
overwhelmed by my hungry heart.
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