I love this world, and passing by
People touch me when I spy,
And they heal me when I bleed.
Just let me be. I’ll get the lead!
They almost cry that they are bored.
They always lie, betray my Lord.
Collecting every truly word
They never hurt Him with the sword.
And every man of any kind
Is carrying Him inside his mind.
God’s keeping silence, isn’t blind.
Remember Him when you’re all right.
MY LORD
© Copyright: Карпинский Иван, 2012
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