You are, You were, You will be,
My Master in my heart;
But there’re some dubieties
I’d like with You impart.
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When lips are whispering prayers,
To soar for Your advice,
The queries of Your being
Try landing them sometimes.
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The doubts are like a flare,
Which, catching every word,
Can burn my life completely
Or light it for You, Lord.
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Should I be led by mind of mine
Or trust my trembling heart?
By all of these uncertainties
My soul is torn apart.
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The sun, the love, the flowers…
And I myself is Thee!
I beg Your love. Forgive my sin.
Yet give one sigh to me.
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My prayers
© Copyright: Алекс Ар Дайхес, 2017
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