Osonnya viri

I can do everything in the One who supports me, in Jesus Christ Phil. 4:13 In my sleepy world Quietly bask in the wheat grains. In the breasts pressing three times the dawn All-pervading bliss to the world. The realities of bitter anxiety To rob the heart is bezkrylo-kvolim. I desperately scream: “I can’t!” I permeate the whole world with pain. Ale raptom from the powerless coffin The grain germinates more bitterly. I call the hole to sound: “Try it!” – The voice of God, holy and eternal. It touches the bottom of the skin, Whitewash the ancient dream. The heart echoes you: “I can do it! I’m crazy about Jesus!”