to James
What is done, that is done.
What will come, that is coming.
Happy Birthday, my son,
Happy Birthday, my darling.
How are you? And your plans?
What’s the future is storing?
Do you have a romance?
Would you tell me your story?
Don’t hide from me, James.
Don’t brush me aside.
What are aims of your games?
Is your heart satisfied?
What’s your goal, my love?
What is filling your mind?
What are you proud of?
Are you cruel or kind?
Are your thoughts filled with things
godly, worthy of praise?
Are they pure, your springs?
Are they straight, your ways?
Our hiding from God
harvests only pain,
for the life is not
just material gain.
What’s inflicted on us,
what is turned rather sour,
God can turn into ‘plus’,
He could show His power.
What is done, that is done.
What will come, that is coming.
Happy Birthday, my son,
Happy Birthday, my darling.
19.09.2016