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2008-06-10 | |
Why am I crying, My Lord? when my soul is full,
Of love, of faith, longing?
How could I, My Lord, say this is torture?
To feel everything you gave to me?
You gave me love and hope in destiny,
You gave me faith, for my whole life.
How could I cry when my soul is full?
I drop in my knees, bowing my head.
And I thank you, My Lord, and I am begging now,
Don't take anything You gave me
And even if I will cry along my road life,
Don't consider my crying as a sin.
And I thank you, because You are
All my support, my prop in this life;
Of bad things, My Lord, please shelter me
And give me love, and give me, please, hope.
Love for the people, hope in perpetuity,
Give me the silence I need,
Protect me, My Lord, of temptation and stupidity
And let me think, please, My Lord, let me
Hope and belief in love and Your mercy,
To feel that hope is not a dream on Your sacred ground
And take my life, please, and do what ever you want with it,
But, please, My Lord, don't take my love, it is everything holy for me.
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