When I'm looking around at all that You have created
in its intricate realm with its facets, so richly blessed,
it's beyond me, why by the atheists You are hated,
by the people who with the order of things have messed.
But I am myself from this human corrupted race.
Why You've chosen me to be Yours, it's beyond my mind.
For Your purpose You gave for my birth the time and place,
and it's up to me the meaning of life to find.
You included my name among Your children believers
and it is by You engraved in eternal scrolls.
From my inner self, You promised, would flow rivers
of a pure water to fill other seeking souls.
In Your likeness, Lord, You can my mind fashion.
Make me salt of the Earth - to flavour it, to preserve,
and to offer to weak and suffering people compassion.
Here I am to serve, as You gave me honour to serve.
Here I am, Creator, You gave me the love for paints.
Here I am, my Lord, You gave me the love of words.
Creativity is the tool for your dear saints
to transform this world or, perhaps, even other worlds...
19.01.2020