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Darkness surrounded the soul, Destroyed and broke - Cold, mean, indifferent... But everything was not enough for her.
I beat my soul like a bird, Blind, with a broken wing. How bitter. Joyless. It's hard... Samisinka in the whole world!
Dawns were unbearable. Sleepless cruel nights. When will the day come? Darkness blindfolded
It seemed to lead to execution. Bullets whistled somewhere nearby. A soul behind steel bars I wanted to break out!
Jesus touched inaudibly: "Baby, what do you want?" "To see. To be with You." And the eyes became sighted.
Light poured from Heaven, Everything around shone! The soul accepted Your Testament - He will never betray Him.
Unfathomable joy Unstoppable waves rise The soul is saved from darkness. It is God who gives insight!
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Everything was there - even pain in my eyes And God's hands are wise, strong, good. And a moment on crossed swords, And an ailment, like the vengeful sting of a cobra.
And all that's left is a beam on the cheek, And the days of worries - there is no escape from them, I am lucky to live in this world, And gratitude, similar to first love.
With love that cannot grow old I am always indomitably fiery, It is still before dawn He will kneel before Jesus.
So that fears and insults are not remembered, Pray before the Lord every moment, Raises a pure heart to Christ Before the throne of grace in prayer.
At night and at noon, No matter how deep the need, You will feel the power of God's shoulder - Jesus bows down to you with love.
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In the nominative: my holy love, In generic: we can't do without love... Even though it rolls from the mat in a ball On the roads, life is 24 hours a day.
In the dative: I owe love And victories, and discoveries, and children Literally: it is the primary foundation We see. She owns us.
In weaponry: we are guided by love. In the local: it is only an earthly moment, It is the all-encompassing, invincible Word It is God who created the entire universe. And us.
In grammar, regularity is strict - There are six pronunciations in our native language. They have tenderness, forgiveness, caution... And the vocative form: do not leave, Love!
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Yes, regardless of the person Life consists of separations... It's like arrows, the hours are rushing by... Time draws its bow
At meetings. And in case of separation They are mercilessly heavy, I string of a tight bow Runs away again from under the hand
All-powerful, rapid time. This second, this hour The pain of parting will be extinguished... And take a look in the window day -
Time will draw the bow again And will send an arrow into the world of hopes. If it were not difficult for us to part, Would there be meetings then?
Time is a relative category, As long as we live on this earth. Calendars count simply Our years are a rapid flight.
When we are shaken by our own Hands, What, besides love, will you take? There will be a meeting without separation And happiness without time and without limits.
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Let's go before it's autumn While the summer sun is at its zenith, Until spring sprinkles dew Flowers are given to us by God.
And in autumn, how to harvest, We will wipe the sweat from our foreheads in abundant gardens, We have been given a hundredfold harvest From God, because hope lived in us.
We will come even before winter - on days off: Through prayers, the whole house was saved. And our little golden boat It flows with fruitful fruits.
Beyond this threshold is a completely different world, Beyond this threshold are questioning looks, A child's soul is a tree without branches - It sprouts from rootless roots.
A lonely shoot in a human garden, Leaning timidly into the hands of the simple, Giving (for happiness or misfortune?) I overripe my love.
And the word here is like a wave against granite, A child's look is broken. And our holidays, and ordinary days They are already acquiring other colors and meanings.
Beyond this threshold - a wild garden cries, Lonely souls grow in that garden. The sun is here. But eternal November And only daily bread is always good.
Because there is a warm loaf of love here Every day it is distributed little by little, Here is the harvest of mercy and faithfulness They live in every offended child.
And he does not take his eyes off the roads in vain A home that always lives in anticipation, The house that has everything - there is no mother, A house in which even Cain would repent.
Oh, that questioning, sobbing look... This pen that burned my palm... But "cuckoos" fly here Only to leave the baby.
Such bitter, charred fruits From the Semiramis gardens of whimsical… Do not let traces burn on your soul Unclean feet - on these thin nerves...
Their mothers were forgotten in this house, But Jesus did not forget, to Him - "Hosanna!" His hand is never tired In Heaven and on earth - under Heaven.
Beyond this threshold is a completely different world, These kids pay like the judges are strict For piety - take care of orphans Forgotten by everyone, except for the holy God!
Someone lost bread on the wet asphalt And did not want to return for him. The bread of indifference lay in reproach, Difficult human work.
Someone's calluses hurt with it, Someone has deep wrinkles. Little hands reached for her Children of the war years.
Between footprints and wheels Nobody's bread lay And she cried secretly with teardrops, How a hungry child cries.
God gives us our daily bread - This is a gift from heaven. Spiritual bread among worries We need clean air.
Give us, Lord, pure hearts, Able to be grateful every day. of the Holy Spirit, the Son, the Father To glorify forever in the true essence.
In the center of the universe, on that Calvary He was crucified for my sins... The world has never known such a disaster - A candle burned in the middle of the ruins.
The candle burns - and there is still hope, The candle is burning - and the day is not yet extinguished, A candle burns - and the light does not draw, The candle still burns in people's hearts.
Repent, and do not sin again, Will burn bridges and elegant ships, Seal of Universal Love We are already engaged on this earth.
This grace... But we didn't deserve it, This grace...And we lived in sins... Why are our clothes white now? Even though they were still like crimson yesterday?
The candle burns - and there is still hope, The candle is burning - and the day is not yet extinguished, A candle burns - and the light does not draw, The candle still burns in people's hearts.
She looked like the woman from Magdala - Insincere laughter through the darkness of suffering, Why do I need Your forgiveness, God? Why do I have this great gift?
Why do I need Your boundless mercy - That sinner who crucified You?! – Your hand, my God, is not tired, To reveal the beauty of Heaven to everyone.
How similar we were to the Pharisees - With an array of dirty and clean thoughts, They removed the self-righteous houses, To reach the Heavenly Fatherland...
The candle burns - and there is still hope, The candle is burning - and the day is not yet extinguished, A candle burns - and the light does not draw, A candle burns, burns in the hearts of people.
In the wakeless madness of the era, In the agony of his vital forces. And in the center of the universe stands Calvary, So that the Son of God will always be in the center of souls!
Young life is like a piece of a necklace The thread is broken, the candle goes out. The pain shriveled on the unclean floor, Fear and disgust in someone's eyes.
So, is this the end? Someone will find her in the morning A victim of the "high" in the tenets of the booty, Laughter and temptation reckless banter, They have already pushed it to the limit.
The world teetered on the precipice, How can she get out of the deadly game? Merciless beasts roam the world, Souls are bought for pennies.
It fell, like a sprout cut off, the body... No one will ever help, "God, have mercy," the soul whispered, And Christ gently bent over her.
Give your way to the Lord And pray, and He will be glorified. His children to the Father's threshold To act childishly clean and cunning. And how difficult it is for us to climb daily, It is only by his grace that we live under the sky.
The Lord raised us up, blind and poor, Washed from dirt. How we should live! Savior! O unearthly love! Hear me - I am praying to You! The strings of the heart will sound with a quiet word - The soul flies over the abyss to Heaven. Everything is in You, my Lord, my Savior!
The road that leads from the cross He will save from death and from cunning, He will stop the ruin - he will become a faithful guardian. From time immemorial, the fire of love has been burning - The Lord appeared in the burning bush. Life to all - both free and slave.
Savior! Love is incomprehensible! The sacrificial fire of the heart still burns. Hosanna to the Lord forever and ever. The tree of life is young in paradise
And our candles light the way there.
The Almighty Hand will not allow us to fall - It will support, save from tolls. O Abba Father! Only in the Name of the Son Lead us by your right hand to the Kingdom. Amen! Let it be so forever and ever: Life is handed to him, and he is not given to it.
Let it be so difficult and unusual... And there is no other way. Forever and ever we are His from now on, We will overcome the earthly life with Him. A sign for every royal child - The Lord's Spirit is a precious ring. O Abba Father! Only in the Name of Jesus
The name by which we must be saved,
Let us enter into Your holy presence And eternity will open to us in the sky. Do not leave without Your mercy
Our earthly home: let happy springs go. Spring rain in the alleys... Garden of Eden? Is Jerusalem heavenly? Years fly like light-winged birds - The wide horizon smoulders… recedes… And the eternal path will sparkle under the wings. To you, my God, I give way, You are my life and all my hopes.
AMEN.
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His banner above me is Love, Eternal, imperishable, unfurled flag, May our loving God grant Eternal love to you and eternal life.
May He build your cozy home, So that you do not work in vain, That your sincere hearts are young The flame of faith burned anew.
The biggest storms will not extinguish it, Deep rivers will not flood it, Let it burn - the fire of love, May he always light your way.
The flag of love over the house is like a bird The soul calls from afar with its native wing, It will protect against cold winds, Drink plenty of water in the heat.
The string will gently touch the heart, How she will make a sad sound, Let him wave until his gray hair, Your home will be crowned with the laughter of grandchildren.
His banner above me is Love, Unsurpassed, inexplicable, The Eternal Foundation of All Human Foundations, The glare of Heavenly Jerusalem!
May the Holy Highness keep you, The deepest rivers will not flood it, May God love you all your life Just as Christ loves His Church.
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My soul is on my knees before You Every day, every hour and every moment. A living being is invisible and imperishable, - To see laughter in your eyes.
Wealth and glory, honors and power... An empty soul is an arrhythmia of the spirit. The Savior strokes the child's head, Child, ready for eternity to listen to Him.
How soon this innocence will melt away, Like a thorn in the nebula. After troubles, grievances, summers The soul lost harmony with the sky.
Brela, like a gate from death's captivity, Strangers falling to the windows, I was thirsty to drink from any palms... To whom? And how? And with whom did they serve?
She gave advice to the fire in the first house: "Well, that's it. My haven Finally". But you can only go (and not stand) To Your eternal coming, Savior,
To Your house and to Your garden - Due to the twisting of ambiguous views. My God, my Almighty Savior, For me, our dream is frightening.
The last moment on this sinful planet It still flares up and goes out miserably. Caesar smiles on an old coin Tired and sad: "What is happiness?"
Through the eyes of an innocent child Calmly look at the troubled world, To give a caesarean section And all that is God's belongs only to God.
Why did I go to You so slowly? Why did I go to You for so long, Savior? Why wandered like a blind slave What is accustomed to his accursed slavery?
What happened to him, what became his long ago... But suddenly the light shone in his eyes. Oh, how sharp Your Word is, God! How healing is Your Word, Father!
Let me go when I can't anymore Lay your bridges over the abyss. Give wisdom, wise eternal God, And give strength to carry that wisdom.
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They have already reached the edge. To the limit... Not yet mutants, and not yet mustangs. Recognize us, God. God help me... We are your prodigal and talentless children.
Matter is our earthly idol - Our genes shuffle in atomic robes. And we also encroached on the halo, Having not yet taken off the king's crown.
Freedom's golden wide wedge, Unfolded scrolls of love - Everything was wasted, everything was drunk And take off the crown together with the head.
They reigned. The stairs are wobbly In the pseudo-temple with the name "indestructibility". Adam fell to God's hand - Ask for forgiveness for impersonation.
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Golgotha is silent and the stones are silent, The executioner busily raises the cross. None of them will stop him. No one will pick a rusty nail.
How sweet it is for them to defend God, How honorable it is to drive the first nail... The king - the "impostor" withers from exhaustion, And the earth trembles from torture.
Oh, how they managed to "expose" Him: "Come down from the cross, if you really are God", - A defiant cry rang out to the heavens From his already bleeding feet.
The clouds caught the Lord's cross And the crowd is fighting with a thousand eyes, And with a thousand pupils cry: "Punish!" And His Mother was already crying.