Do you like the dirt of my soul?
You know, that is right.
That's how carefully a sponge
Is washing the sky-clad.
You are a bucket, sponge, a rag,
You wanted it so much,
I sang about this and that
While we were wasing up.
Do you like the dirt of my soul?
You know, that's the main thing.
After all, only Christ in church
assigned to Cross for this.
That's why people for so long love
And their love is deep,
That Christ was ready to shed blood
So that people could live.
Do you love litter of my soul?
You know, that is right.
Such people are close to the Lord
Compassionately-scoured.
A sponge
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2019
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