Temple

There is a blizzard outside, snowdrifts, And the wind carries clouds across the sky, And in the House of God there is silence and bliss, And no one will take this world away.

My worries remained behind the wall And a heap of urgent, urgent matters. I come to bend my knees So that the temple of my soul does not become empty.

To remove doubt and murmur, And illuminate the conscience with the light of God. In my soul I hear a familiar whisper again, Talking to me about great love.

About pure, bright, which attracts and beckons, What cleanses the soul, peace brings. About the One who will not betray, who will not deceive, And in life’s sorrows it gives peace.

Can't convey, can't express in words, Communication between heaven and my soul, As if soaring above the heavens, Ты что-то неземное получил.