I can't do anything without you I know nothing without You And more than once I disturb my soul, But I don't have victory in my mind.
And they, like clouds, thickened - They did not know darkness, menace and fatigue. My faith has been broken more than once In doubts, problems, sadness.
The heart longs for union with You, Because I see living springs there, As in the desert, the only desire is Drink hot water during the day.
You are above the circle of the earth, You see every little bird and stalk, You give everyone air, you open it up A new day — a new page in life.
The sun rises - and dew on the grass Diamonds and pearls shine. Silence, peace, mists over the pond, Birds greet the morning with singing.
God gave ears to hear, and eyes, To see the strange creation, Do not languish in grief day and night; He gave reason, faith, and insight.
I unfold the Word of the Lord, A tired soul rests in him, So that the Lord opened the spiritual ear And, like a Shepherd, he led after Himself.
God's Word is now available to everyone, An inexhaustible spring well, The almighty gives strength to all, Drives away the darkness like a starfish.
I will dress in the bright armor of God, I will take the shield of faith, the helmet of salvation, A spiritual sword - and I will stand up for battle. You are resurrected! Defeated the death of decay!
I will overcome everything with you: Dark thoughts, sins and temptations - I will drive away all enemy forces In the name of God and the blood of Jesus.
In the shadow of Your wings I will hide, Only an alarming hour will come, And I repent, I submit to You, Because you are the Potter, and I am only clay.
You have a plan and a destiny for everyone, Although we are like dust on a map, May Your will always be done, Because in You only we are worth something.
He gave us a passionate, immortal soul, For our sins - the Son as a sacrifice. He promised them eternal beauty, Whose faith is alive, not dead.
Wrote to the mortgages of the world Our name is on His palms... To be faithful give the Testament, To glorify You with our life.
My daughter is poor and driven by a storm, I hid My face in anger; Although you are upset, you are called the Bride, With mercy I will gather all your seeds.
Although the hills will be disturbed, but definitely My mercy will not depart from you. And sins, like a cloud, I will dispel. like wool I will whiten my clothes: you are Mine.
I will gather your people from all corners of the world, You will all go joyfully in peace, The mountains and hills will be happy, Cypress, and also myrtle grow instead of thorns.
I will put your stones in malachite I will decorate your eaves with rubies. Scattered those who were all over the world, All your sons will become My disciples.
You will no longer experience shame more than human, No cruel massacres that your people endured: Escape, hunger, concentration camps, death and anxiety... But he was indomitable in the midst of troubles and sorrows.
Generations have passed, but they will never forget God's promises are true and holy. And the pages of history mark eternity, But not with words, but with the Spirit - golden treasures.
There will be no need for any weapons anymore - I will not succeed in my own strength. But in the case of the court language against you, The Lord will blame. He is the Judge - your Father.
Fear and darkness will cover the peoples of the whole world, How darkness will cover the whole earth around, And the Lord is among you - He is faithful to the covenant, And he will endow with peace and all good.
Rivers will open in deserts and mountains, And the springs will water the deserts of the valleys, The Holy Spirit will try with you forever, You will become the praise of the nations, Jerusalem.
Heavens, rejoice! Meet, earth, sincerely! And clap trees and forests in your palms. O Lord's people, return in peace, You will become a diadem, the kingdom of beauty.
Your guards will stand on the walls, And they will restore the ruins, build a temple. And dark nights and mornings will be forgotten, Because the glory of the Lord will be there forever.
God will bring His people into the promised land, The sun of truth will soon rise in Israel, And for our peoples, it goes beyond the horizon. Get up, Bride! Your Lord is coming! It's coming! Amen.
Winter
The wind blows coldly from the autumn field And trees without clothes became in the fog. The nights are crying from the sky gray tent, Freezing with ice on the frozen ground.
People are becoming sadder in their everyday thoughts: How to warm the house, dress properly? O God, warm the souls so that they become more sincere, And dispel the sad spirit, melt the ice in the heart.
It snowed at night, imperceptibly and quietly. He covered all the blackness with a white feather, White snowflakes are circling in a dance. The day became clear and the white man came alive in joy.
People smile at the snow lace, Diamonds sparkle like a miracle. The snow covered the trees with delicate ash, For children, the time has come for winter entertainment.
Save, God, humanity from the corrupt world. And give awakening to petrified hearts. Cleanse our earth from the rubbish of the perishable, Cover everyone with Your linen.
Spring
The birds have returned from those distant lands To his Motherland, his family will revive. And storks brought us warmth on their wings, A gray heron flies into the high blue.
Gentle snowdrifts appeared from under the snow, To announce the arrival of spring to everyone, The cuckoo was already hooting loudly in the groves And ants have work after winter.
The fields are still to be plowed and sown by the bread-growers, Because that spring day - it nourishes the whole year. Early and late rain will caress the field, God, protect me from the elements at this time.
Daffodils and tulips are already showing off under the window. The days are permeated with the aroma of lilies of the valley. And on the cherry blossoms kiss with white flowers, And so the nightingale song pleases everyone.
Summer
Summer in a colorful necklace smells like wormwood, A yellow sunflower watches the sun all day. Turns the head in a golden wreath, And bees are already singing songs around.
As soon as the cornflowers and poppies sway in the wind, On the green palms of wheat fields. And fragrant daisies are gathering for the band And the birds will not stop singing until the evening.
He warms the earth with warmth, smiles from the blue From the sky, the sun is a ray invisible to us, And it slowly turns from east to west - The water in the river will be heated by bathing there.
The taste of berries will give us all another summer And warm, so that everything ripens in the fields, So that geese and little children bathe in the rivers, Both cherries and raspberries fell asleep in the gardens.
Autumn
Reminds me of myself with a cranberry key... Only cutting the stubble will remind you of the harvest. Chrysanthemums, dahlias and red viburnum - We are given beauty in these cool days.
Fruits painted by the sun are poured And, carried by the winds, they make us happy. And in the gardens the leaves are already falling from the trees — Generous autumn gives everything its time.
In the silver dews of deer, sad fogs, Sketches of crimson groves attract the eye... And everyone is amazed at the gifts, given by God, And songs of grateful words fill the heart.
So, for all seasons, we thank God, For everything that grows on Ukrainian soil. For lakes, rivers and a single road, What has been leading our people to Heaven for so many years.
It's so hard for orphans in the world to grow up As mom and dad begin to separate, Like a stork that has become one-winged... He cannot fly, he is sad and powerless.
They became orphans not out of good will, There is no love in the house for a long time, Like a plucked flower that withers in the heat, Patience has run out, hearts are far away
One from the other, and stress from In the den of sin tangled nets without God, And the children suffer, the house is not suitable for them: They would love to cuddle with dad.
They feel their insecurity, their fear, And dads are looking for other entertainment and moms. And maybe they've been sleeping off their grief for a long time, And the boat is destroyed in the stormy sea.
Return home, to your native blood, Warm your orphans with love. In life, confess your faults, Do not look for the reason for the collapse in others.
With a heart humbled by God's will Ask Him to unite broken destinies, In sincere tears you will repent, God will hear you and help you in your suffering.
And the woman who keeps her house is wise In order, the Bible teaches the children, And who went astray after tasting poison, Ask God to set you free in heartfelt atonement.
Protect and educate your children And set a good example for them in life, So that the blooming years do not wither in suffering, And you so that you do not sting the seed in complaining.
How will you live according to God's Word, There will be no mistakes in truth and love. Peace will be in the house, both father and mother, And the children will be happy and forgive you.
Run from sin, not from your children, And there will not be so many orphans in the world. Short life should not be wasted, Live in love - and the sky will bow down.
God's various vessels are valuable And useful in the work of Christ, And for every case we need — There is oil or bread or water in it.
Clay will not argue with that, What will the potter do with it? Stir, shape, throw into the oven, So that the product is durable and valuable.
He has a vessel for holding each one, Put it himself knows where. What can crack in the heat Never put it there.
And the whirling wheel spins and grinds everything, A specialist potter knows his business. The touch of the fingers shapes the clay. Cuts off everything superfluous from hearts.
Sometimes it is difficult for us in life: Our spirit rebels, our body hurts. God teaches us in His school, It will help, it will not let us burn.
Clean dishes will be filled with gifts, With the aroma of the olive of heaven, That from the land of prayers with incense They rose from temples, hearts.
He will send us blessed rains, To rejoice in the Spirit of the heart. All vessels are in the Lord's house They were devoted to the glory of the Creator.
Maybe you've wasted your life long ago They already drank it and pierced it And would like to cross out your existence, Not to be remembered ever again.
Like a dream, like a mirage, the summers flashed by In vain, in darkness - youth. And there is nothing to remember, only pain, tightness. Unfortunately, your dreams did not come true.
Maybe they caused a lot of trouble to people, They did evil and were happy about it. Never wash in impure water No soul to you. No body.
Maybe friends or relatives left you Alone in a cruel world. And you fight like a fish, wasting time Already entangled in the black net.
They wasted their lives and those of their relatives. "We were never to blame," They talked to themselves. Being was cremated You chained your conscience.
Our wounds have been bleeding and hurting for a long time. And how scum have become for the world. We don't want to live - and die terribly. And what kind of reports will we give in our lifetime?!
And they reached a dead end: neither there nor here It cannot be returned anywhere. Who would give even a drop of living water, In order not to suffocate in the flames?
There is a way out! Come to your senses! Don't lose hope! Bow down a humble spirit with all your heart. And turn to God from the heart in this trouble: Help us, faithful Savior!
Save us, O God, for fate is hard, And accept us as a servant, not as a son. Because the burden is great, the soul has already woken up, And we are crushed by guilt.
O forgive and have mercy, because You are on the cross He was able to forgive the sins of all people. We all go to Calvary with repentance - We will ask You for mercy.
Not everyone knows the eagle from birds. He has a nest in the rock of the mountains. He flies so high in the sky, What our human vision cannot reach.
In his flight is a simple road, Quickly flies down to the prey. He always has a warning - So as not to make a mistake with a watchful eye.
And when the storm suddenly approaches And dark clouds of thunder and rain, Then the eagle soars to meet them, Having raised the wings in height.
It is difficult to fly, but he can do it Weathering the storm is not easy. Not long in the cloud - and understands: The sky is higher there! The space is clear!
The gentle sun will dry the wings, Heavy, wet, in silver water. And he will have more strength, And rest is only in the nest.
The eaglets are already waiting for dad there, What food will bring them And then he will teach them to fly, The inept ones are carried back to the nest.
Drops them one by one from the nest And together with each one flies down. Put your back to the little one, So that he does not crash on the ground.
The inevitable happens in life Sometimes the sun shines, then there is a storm again. Our moments of joy are short, Suffering, sadness - long summers.
Because people are born to sorrow, To fly up like sparks To your God, where there will be help. O traveler, don't stop!
Don't stop halfway Because you will fall into the abyss - where death is, not paradise. Although thorns and stones hurt the legs, But you fly to the sky in prayer.
Learn to take the heights of the sky, Be strong with a humble heart, pray. It is necessary to raise the wings of faith The one who fell somewhere or stopped.
Because it is even more difficult for them in life. Always pray for them first. But your burden no longer has weight, Just look at Jesus Christ.
He cleanses from sin and vice. He will cut off all barren affairs. Let's take the treasures from the life of the lesson And we will be grateful to Him for this.
I wish everyone happiness skillfully And at the meeting and the feast, In health for many years, Correct life steps.
Happiness is a white bird from the sky, Everyone has different needs. Everyone wants to have it, To dream and wait for a long time.
For a child, happiness is a mother, Dad is joy in every house. And the orphans are still waiting, Affections of relatives look.
For the hungry in adversity — Have enough bread again, And health is for the weak - That is his greatest happiness.
And for prisoners, happiness is a will, The blue sky, the smell of the field, And open all the roads, Where would their feet step.
The blind have sighted eyes: Each of them wants to see the world All that God created: man - Mother, father, daughter, son.
Happiness is complete silence and peace Not war, but peace is high, There is no place to drink Shouting, cursing and violence.
The happiness of the young is to love, Always have faithful friends, I family, and own house, To be a mother and father.
Happiness is tilling the land, A good harvest to have. And also dream, create, To live justly and honestly.
Happiness for parents is children, Their affairs to rejoice. How to honor the root of the family — There is a reward from God.
And how to forgive a neighbor, Overcoming evil with good And don't envy anyone - There is great happiness in this.
And the greatest happiness is to know God Believe and have He is always in my heart Live with Him reverently.
And always enjoy life, Do not complain in difficulties. Happiness is to be poor in spirit And serve people, God.