Poem of a Psalm 17
Holy Father, Spirit, Son,
May I ask You what is life?
Apart from You, there is no fun,
But only pain caused by strife...
Let the ungodly make a lot of money,
But one day, like the godly, also leave this earth alone,
And on the Judgement Day understand their foley,
That they did not melt for the Lord their heart of stone...
As for me, I am proud to be Your Son,
Bathed in Jesus's Holy blood, I stand,
Born again and saved, my life has just begun,
There is nothing and no one that can take me from you,
No one between us can ever stand!
Amen!
