I'll direct the lights of your eyes
at big shoulders of Jesus Christ.
I will break the wall of this world -
and will let in the upper force.
As a painting says to you: 'No',
when to a museum you go -
and replaces all by itself -
that's exactly what Jesus makes.
I will get another emotion,
as infusion, as an explosion.
as an answer of too big a size -
those great shoulders of Jesus Christ.
And that's when I will calm down.
Those shoulders are always in front of
me, and behind me, and all around!
and they even keep sky and ground!
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