oh, come... come, Lord Jesus...
the whole world in death, in pain, in cruelty,
in devouring of itself flesh, flesh of their and Your kids
oh, who expect of You, kingly Son of God, fulfilled of compassion,
can save the world from destruction, from selfdestruction...
riches stashed dust, that will can not to spend even in thousandth generation...
for You own there is no difference between gold, money and dung,
crowns of kings for Your gaze, also that a dirt -
cause all of them nothing but dust and ashes for Your eternal kingdom...
but precious for You soul of those who loves You - for them come...
cause without You, Resurrected, world dies...
come, Lord Jesus...
© Copyright: Максимилиан Агнэлий, 2010
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