Rozmova with God

I always listen to God’s Word, I want to speak to you in silence. And lock up all earthly roses, When your voice dies in your soul. I’ll listen to the high melody, I accept it with all my being And I feel it deeply in my heart, How my spirit renews itself with triumph. My soul flows to You, In heaven, a white bird. All earthly needs have faded, There is no song of praise on the lips. I no longer feel the heaviness of the earth, The divide no longer separates us, I the Holy Spirit rises on wings - The soul is obsessed with you.