Oniliya? Mine and next to God's I weigh as if on a scale. As if I were comparing the truth with a lie, Born in deeds and words.
Like day and night, like black on white. Like a smooth surface or a furious stream. Like Goliath we boldly go into battle, Until God stops it with a sling.
God does not have much variety: There is good and evil and there is no middle, And I draw a range from fantasies And I put a gray color between them.
God has obvious sin, but we do not see it. Someone else's bitch more often stings our eyes. Without noticing, we will offend our neighbor And we remember if they offend us.
We are not ready for good without God, And the Bible talks about this. Christ removes the chains from the captives, So that the truth helps us live.
*** We don’t lose loved ones and friends, Accompanying them to a better reality. They, having completed the path of earthly sorrows, They only said goodbye to us for a short time.
They can now sing with delight, Having achieved true bliss, And we still have to suffer, forgive, endure And experience love as perfection.
We will remember those who have passed away again, Dear faces in beautiful frames. You can’t turn back time, of course, But you can pray for the living now.
