по Хр. Смирненски
The more that I look at today,
the more I see nothing but gray
and gloomy reality, plight.
God seems to be nowhere in sight.
This God, worth of wholehearted love,
for whom, for his sign from above,
the human son earth would deny
and proudly would on the cross die.
The more that I look, more I see,
that there are so many like me
whose wings have been chained and broken
by sadness and burden unspoken.
Who walk ahead, dragging their chains
awaiting some prophet in vain.
A prophet to point, just to nod
and show them all where is their God.
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