Adam Santesson

Wisdom of meaning

Shall I ever certain be when

Looking at any thing,

Lord, what is truth of what has been,

Maybe I’m ignoring.

 

Heart of man shall ever long for,

Blues don’t never change, Lord,

Minds can sense the grace of splendour,

Hope, I can now afford.

 

Standing midst the hole of all absurd, cries

Souls observing Christ,

Light of truth has shone the path of crosses,

Sufferers, delight!

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