Tuesday, February 3, 2009

66, i am like the blinds who can not enjoy the beautiful scenery around him

i am like the blinds who can not enjoy the beautiful scenery around him
like the deafs who can not hear symphony
i am isolated with the glories of Your wonderful world

between the two great pulling forces
my spirit was broken
died

no one remembers the jar that has been fragmentized
it was full of waste or jewellery
it is like me, whole life is very busy

my spirit longs for the joy of peace
it is broken
so i tear and tremble

i am a lonely person
when the water moves
no one puts me in the pool

who can recovery my this broken spirit
You come over
i cry to You: cure me !

what purpose my this heart and life are
give all to You
atone for my sins

i stand beside my corpse and cry
before me is a big cemetery
there is only one grave

You lend a strong hand
wipe my tears
my spirit stand up from my corpse

i see You so wonderful
i follow You to go home
eat the last supper together with You

You think i am Your child
i think i am Your guest
i open the door and go out

the outside of Your door is all night
i am lost
the night catch my spirit

that is a complete spirit You cured
involved in the night
all directions lead to hell

" my son, return to home"
i look back and see You still stand there
You are really my father

i contemned You, reject You
until cannot atone for my spirit
there is no way to flee any more 


"Father, save me!"
in the loneliest place of universe,
i cry out Your name

i am only one step to death
and finally i restore the relationship with you
identify You are my father

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