How fickle life is and tiring, one day you are inseparable friends, the next day you are hated. One day you are held in high esteem, the next day disregarded. Hatred and fighting, conflict and animosity.
Now, hold high the chalice of love,
The cup that holds all mysterious things high,
Peace, hope and life itself!
Surrender yourself to this chalice!
Surrender your shattered will to the will of love,
Give yourself up,
embrace love,
It's not about you anymore,
Love is the cure,
True love.
When you're helpless, exhausted and depressed, Gods love takes over, the cure for all disease and suffering.
God's love took over,
In my humbled wretched state, everything bad was killed.
I could only rise,
Where I fell upon the cold floor,
In my blindness I gained sight,
Withered and decrepit, I was made strong.
Resurrect your life,
Surrender your spirit to the greatest spirit,
The spirit of whence you came into the world,
The spirit that fathomed you and moulded your very being,
Trust in true loves power.
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