Again Christ. Poem by Liza Sud
Again Christ.
River runs full of my tears
tears are not bitter, but burn with pain...
and CHRIST goes along the river
the river of my prodigal fate...
fading away is the river,
I do not see the coast,
I am beautiful and so easy,
and Christ is coming close...
I turn pale... from my eyes the sorrow
comes up beyond the river,
to tell him the truth - I fear...
And why? He has already known..
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5/20/2024 12:42:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
So true Liza. Thank you