Portrait of meaning

It is cold, so lonely, and sometimes

I feel like drowning,

mumbling voices laughing at me,

they still whisper to me

restless, terrifying, soundless but loud,

proud but without any control over me

Your love, o Lord, it saves

Your care, my Lord, portraits

the meaning of my existence

I am trying but without persistence

To be worthy, to be saved

To love all things you made

So here I am, a sinner

I am glad to see things clearer

Cause’ no matter what I face:

I belong to you and no one else

Portrait of meaning

By Semira Dikova

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