The Spirit

As a lost but now found

I was downstairs

You took me upstair

not to make me a millionaire

not to become an extraordinaire

 

Every memory of your being wakes up

Each of your envoys came to pick me up

purifying the bad what is not mine

your light touched to my eyes

opening my shut-eyes

You called me come to life

For you want each of us to be oneself

You gained me to recover my real self

As you son who was getting away

As you beloved seen far away

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Viewing Message: 1 of 1.
Warning

Important: Read our blog and commenting guidelines before using the USF Blogs network.

Skip to toolbar