My heart was a stone – wicked and brute,
It was compiled with millions of sins,
Could neither feel nor love, be true,
Like a hedgehog it had so sharpen pins.
My heart could treat one like a slave,
It was a cradle of the greatest pride,
Ambitions, vanity and fame –
They were my only constant guide.
Where did they run, my former friends
When the heart was broken to many pieces?
They don’t like problems, those friends,
They left me, I have never missed them.
I was alone, helpless, sick
To realize my earthly goal
And I accepted My Father’s Will
To follow His Loved Son’s Road.
God gave me Light and Aim and Hope
I am beloved by Jesus Christ
He put me on his faithful stone
He saved my life though he had to die.
My heart is full of love for God,
It’s a God made temple, holy place,
It’s living in the rhythm of joy,
I want to praise Him all my days.
27.07.2003
The Heart
© Copyright: Ирина Микейлис, 2016
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