Every soul follows its way,
every person has its destination,
and for every choice we will pay.
What awaits? Praise or damnation?
Flight of hope, expectations crash…
Everything that stirs a living soul
can one day become just mist or ash,
with no-one around to console.
Whose deceit enticed a striving heart,
whose idea – our own or strangers?
Does it matter? For we can’t restart
our life. And the past, who’d change it?
Life is never simple, never smooth.
Our days are transient and fleeting.
Lies, robed in garments of the Truth,
test the soul, what it’s daily seeking.
There is a purpose for each deed,
and for each of us there is a mission.
How often do we give some heed
to the pending with the Lord audition?
Only the Lord can stop the time.
He alone brings a soul’s revival
in His wisdom, in His grace sublime.
He can’t tolerate any rival.
Put your faith only in Him:
when in Christ alone hopes are grafted
He can turn your tears in a hymn,
giving life that’s forever granted.
10.09.2019