You ...

You...
Turn around,
Tears are falling down from your soul -
Black tears haunted by thirst...
Don’t be afraid...
Enter the temple,
Naked, yet dressed up in flowers...
Shameless but faithful,
Because this is how God has created you.

Bow down to the altar, silently
Sacrifice all of your sins...
Your hand is shaking...
Trying to light up a candle,
Straight from the flames of the others.

And you bend as low as you can,
With your face touching the ground,
Screaming, wrapped up in sadness
And despair…
And your tears melt all black,
And you whisper a pray for forgiveness.

God wants none of your tears…
All He wants is your faith!

You will be always blessed with the warmth of the candle
And a piece of God will always glow in your heart.
The wax will tenderly touch you
And will seal the love in your eyes…

And you...
Naked, yet dressed up in beauty,
Will be giving flowers to the others,
Smiling in rapture and singing:
„God loves us, sisters and brothers!”