永远，我等

上主轻声 对你说


你玲珑的名字 在我心坎
比起在他们心里
还来得清晰 有血红的烙印，

在我钉痕的手心
握着你自燃的灵魂。可知焦得多心狠。

还让世上文人   叫你做莲心
一瓣红滟，一瓣清新，
当秋去冬至时，
满天残星，满地残梗。
可把我更深刺伤 已有伤疤的伤痕。

是否被文化彩缎裹惯了的小脚板，
踩着两旁莲蕊给自我请香醉熏，
到现今还摇着垂铃漫漫 姗姗，叫我等得心酸，难当，坚韧，

何时参透 父神爱的典故，
                  良人属我   我属良人，
        把你手放在我手口，
         倾诉你心中的韵语 纷纷。。。。。。。。






儿啊！永远，我等。

Be still my soul

Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake
To guide the future, as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below

 

Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord.
When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past
All safe and blessèd we shall meet at last

 

 

 

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