Monastic obedience. Book binding

I sit, I work in the glory of God,
And sweet time is running like that
Jesus prayer too
From my trembling mouth flies.

Fly, fly you to the sky, above!
There where the Angels threshold,
Carry my prayer through the roof
Where the rainbow rises.

I pray you, Lord, hear!
Forgive all, for all sins,
And who would not hurt in life,
Thank you all! Thank you

Trample all my pride
Deprive of sleep
Save! So as not to perish,
My lost soul.

Disgusting food and wine
There is a rotten piece of bread,
Well water is marvelous!
Cross - and you can eat.

Thank you for everything, Savior!
What a chance to improve you give,
Any grief and sorrow,
To strengthen everything you send.

Prayer book, printed, new,
Crunching paper in the hands
In worship he is the basis
Like a prayer on the lips.

I sit, I work in the darkness of the night,
It's almost morning coming
Almost completed and finished,
But now, the bell is calling ...

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© Copyright: Alexey Patsukov, 2018
Certificate publication number 118020103765