Negru Nicolae

Lord Jesus, I am ashamed. Not of You — but of how far I have wandered from Your love. I carry a weight too heavy, and I do not deserve Your gaze. Yet still, You look at me with eyes full of

for hours in the shadow of a word I think The light and the dark from the word could become the eyes through I see myself inside.

per ore all'ombra di una parola penso che La luce e Il buio dalla parola potrebbe diventare gli occhi attraverso mi vedo dentro.