The Name of Glory on the Roll
Of Fate I had once read.
Then Angel's picture on the wall
Returned to life and said
In muffled voice, he breathed the words
Of Prophecy that aged:
"This Name..." - but I could hardly heard
His whisper. And the page
Was growing black and then reduced
To ashes and the dust
It crumbled to. I was accused
For nothing but the Trust.
And in my cell in candle's light
I thought I heard the groan
Of suffering soul who has once died
For always being alone.
And in the Sea of Fearful Sins
I thought I found at last
The thing for I've been looking since
I was deprived of Trust.
But all the same whenever I
Would pray the Lord to save
My soul, I'll always cry
Untill I'm in my grave
1993
The Name of Glory
© Copyright: Максим Лобов, 2019
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