Oh, my God, my strength, my shelter,
I wouldn't like to be an elder.
When my world is crumbling there,
Could I find you? And where?
Take away, the Lord, my fear...
Be with me a little near.
When I am in storms of crazy life,
Please, don't kill me by the "knife"!
When I am weak, you - a refuge.
Without You I couldn't be huge.
And when I cry in dark for help,
Forgive me, please, for my yelp.
Do you think about me?
Please, be not leaving me.
shelter, refuge - кров, убежище
yelp - стон
crumble - рассыпаться
Rhyming Prayer for Help
© Copyright: Андрей Боровков, 2019
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