I have not seen the god
Or his shadow …
But I believe on his existence
I feel, he is present inside me
Like an invisible spark
That enerzises me always.
I realize, he controls me
Like a pilot of an airbus
He shows me the path
In difficult moments
He talks in extreme joy and sorrow
His words come out from inside
As the bless or course
People thinks it's simple words
But not.... it's the divine words
And always becomes true in life.
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