The man at the Altar

There was a man, as all ordinary people,
Loved, suffered, held, grew.
But like everything he succumbed to the will,
As life flowed, so he carried it.
But once the idea is grasped like.
As frightening to live, but in life be cause.
For other people, spending time in other people's destinies,
But we are in the fate of drips don't want to.
Why he was born in this vain world,
He not conceived as will to live then.
But every day he seemed to believe in a miracle,
His life in the hour to score a key.
And In episodes vital bathing,
That man went up to the Altar.
Ask God if he is right by deeds,
That every day he gives his life.
What the Almighty signs of letting,
All the truth that was born in his eyes.
You people on the life you see while playing,
And only the true devotees.
No one will ever move life,
You man - is a master only itself.
And only the right way you yourself will erect.
When you give your love in life.
Then it will be similar to tsartsvo God,
When and God and man with him will for one thing.
And wise actions will be needed as air,
To live with the soul, soaring high...