Moonlight album by Robin Alciatore

Moonlight album by Robin Alciatore

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My Vision

Seest thou these clouds and these colors from my vision,
Thou wilt surely have a beautiful and sweet disposition.

My Lord comforteth me with this malformed reflection of paradise,
While reflecting on it the resulting tears in my eyes, I can not rationalize.

Greenery is kissing the sky with a wonderful hue,
And the fowls are flying in this sweet smelling dew.

The breeze kisses through my soul exhaled by Mikaeel,
Can not elucidate to you Oh beloved, how doeth it feel.

Mountains and clouds are absorbed in their communication,
Absorbed is my heart too in invocation.

Seest thou the mighty heavens from my vision,
Thou wilt surely fall into prostration.

Ah, Recite thou the word of thine Creator from my vision,Thou wilt surely break into tears and fall into prostration.

Tears of Solitude and Peace

The rain went for a sleep after giving the soil a pleasant smell. Silence and peace danced on the soft melody of birds. The sun hid behind the dazzling beautiful clouds. I sat on the grass, and with my eyes closed I watched the dance of silence and peace in solitude, and lend my ears to the melody of birds and sea waves.

The beautiful nature is my intimate which responds to my attention towards it. Mortals reject my ecstasy towards them and leave me alone in my loneliness. Ah! My loneliness, what a beautiful experience it is. The angels of peace visit me and kiss my heart and pity me and remind me of that ‘Patient of Love’ to whom I went to swathe with my words of wisdom.

Turned I then my vision towards the heaven and gave a call to the Most Affectionate with tears in my eyes. Then gave me comfort my Most Affectionate Creator with His infinite affection, gave me comfort the stars shining while prostrating to Him, Reflected light of peace on me His Moon and rejoiced I in my loneliness while the tears kissed my face; Ah! My loneliness, what a beautiful experience it is.
Then cried I the prayer of The Impatient Servant. Cried I for forgiveness to my Lord, cried I for my final abode where will be tranquility and beauty everywhere and where will be gushing forth springs of comfort. Ah! Cried I… with tears in my eyes which thirst to see the “Praised One” of my Lord:

“Forgive me oh Lord for my impatience, forgive my arms for impatience for they can not wait for that day when they wilt embrace thine “Praised One”.

Thou oh Lord, hath commanded thine servants to be patient through thine “Praised One”, so shall it be. Thou art the one who gifts with patience, so oh Lord, oh thou Most Affectionate grant thine servants the gift of patience and have Mercy on us, oh Thou with infinite Mercy.”

The Impatient Servant

Oh my Lord, this world is so cruel. My heart cries for Thine love. There is no one here in this world for me except thine few selected righteous men scattered on the vast land and not available to me to comfort me. Thou art the only Friend I have. I wish for a sleep; a peaceful sleep; in the gardens of eternity; on the shoulder of my beloved Mohammed; in the blessed smell of the flowers of my final destiny if thou willeth.

I have sinned oh Merciful. The burden of my sins is heavier than the weight of my soul. Therefore I cry unto you, that this world is so cruel. This world is as if a wolf in sheep clothing as said by thine and mines beloved Isa. Convert my tears oh Gracious, convert my tears into my sins so that I can weep while prostrating in front of You, So that I can feel light as a feather without weight. Oh Lord, forgive me for impatience, but truly, a second for me is now equal to a day. You spoke to me through beloved Mohammed, and it’s Thine words which bring Thou close to me and give me comfort. Oh Lord, oh Merciful, do thou not see my tears overflowing in affection and love with Thou and Thine righteous men.

Lo! indeed thou see my tears overflowing, that’s why Thou hast created for me flowers dancing in the soft breeze in the eye pleasing green-grass under the gentle clouds behind which hides the reflection of thine punishment. This is the wisdom which Thou giveth to me, to comfort me.
Now I am lost of words. They gather around me with Thine order to comfort me, and now they have scattered everywhere. So now with Thine gifted mind, I shall strive hard to collect them, and shall write them down so that an impatient like me, may get some tiny comfort from them.

The Two Lives

And what are the two lives? They are the addition of one life with another life. Example of their addition is like adding candlelight with the light of Mighty in Power. And how long does the candle light remains lit? It is finite. And how long does the light of Mighty in Power remains lit? It is infinite.

So Oh People, In this life which diminishes like a candle to wax, which seems to be still like a comet in mysterious dark sky, try to stop and smell the scent of that flower, try to pass a smile to that being which passes by you, try to give your meal to that beggar boy, try to feel the breeze kissing through your soul while the pink-gray-clouds move gently above you, try to close your eyes and smell the soft scent of the soil after the rain gives it a new life, try to ride a horse on the fields under the stretched sky, try to talk with the sad moon under the dark sky with stars. And why does those stars and moon like silver dots and a sphere on a black chart appear like heavens to a wise? Because he sees it from an eye buried in the depths of his heart. And Verily, He sees the signs of Mighty in Power, The Greatest.

And Respect the existence of every being, as every existing being is the creation of Mighty in Power.
So O People, work and stand firm for righteousness, and submit your selves to the will of Mighty in Power and let the peace rule over you. So O righteous people, wait for the infinite life where you will be enjoying in an unimaginable paradise. And O wronged people, wait for the infinite life where you will dwell in a painful hell where you will meat those eye-displeasing insects, which were there in your short life as reflections of hell.
And what does a man enjoying wine in cold knows the taste of water than the one in desert with dried lips? So O people, the hell fire is far hotter than the heat of the sun. And is the soft breeze sent by the Mighty in Power pleasing and cold for the one who lives in the cold air made by the creation of Mighty in Power? Nay! But the air created by his creator becomes hot for him because he rejects the blessed air of his creator, which is good for his soul and accepts the one made by one of his own kind, which buries him in this earthly life and is indeed not good for his soul. And verily, that soft breeze sent by thy Lord is pleasing for the one who earns his living under the hot burning sun.
Why to care for your better living in the short life than the infinite life? Care and hard work to make this life better has terrorized your minds. So O Wise do not cry at the grave of your beloved if he was amongst the righteous, but smile at his grave, as he will be dwelling in paradise. And let those who doth wrong and are lost in this candle-to-wax life cry at the grave of their beloved.

O Poor victim, do not let your heart split into two when you see your young offspring killed by an axis of evil, by such a horrifying evil whose truth is hidden under its skin. So wait for a severe torment, which will overtake this evil by the Mighty in Power.
O Righteous brave warrior fight against the evil and let not the evil rule over your beloved as you are chosen to fight against the evil, not only with sword but with words too. So wait for your reward O brave warrior, a reward, which indeed cannot be visualized or explained with the beauty of words.
O Beggar, do not beg for your living, as the righteous rich men are chosen to give you living and comfort, not only by money and food, but with words too.Success is not achieving your dream vocation, success is achieving something unimaginable which is the pleasing paradise. Success is achieving the love of thy Lord and His chosen messengers whom the Mighty in Power sent to deliver His message His words His letter. And that is indeed a Greater success. So O righteous people enjoy your infinite life and let the Mighty in Power decide the fate of those who were wronged in their short life!

Beloved Sorrow Spirit

Oh my beloved sorrow spirit, I have to leave you now. I have spent much of my puerile life with you. With my stammering voice and tears in my eyes, I would like to thank you for the strength you gave me while I meditated with you under the stretched sky or in the darkness of my closed eyes which you illuminated.
Now I have to leave you so I can go along with the people who have buried their sorrow spirit. I have to defend the people, who believe in what I believe in too, and in what you believe too. And verily, no one can defend people of Mighty in Power without his leave. Oh yes my sorrow spirit, I am talking about the believers of the Mighty in Power. I have to work for them. And now as I am leaving you and entering into another life, a tough life, in which I will face mostly bitter beings.
Oh beloved sorrow spirit, to me, you were like rain to a tree when I use to meditate in serenity. If I wouldn’t have found you hidden in my self, I could have never reached on a place where the hearts of men melt in the love of their creator. You enlightened my heart and mind by mixing yourself with my exultant spirit.
Oh beloved sorrow spirit, visit me in my overjoyed state and we will listen to those peaceful heart touching melodies. And don’t forget our ‘The Two Lives’! So visit me only to give me strength, as I will embrace you in our infinite life. Now oh beloved spirit, Let me leave you and help thy Lord’s beloved beings.

Lifeless Exposition

I have no words to build the tangible of this exposition whose spirit breathes in my heart, but I can say a little about that spirit, when I felt like in paradise.

When those clouds attacked that empty blue roof without pillars rose high above by thy Lord. When the sun’s might was taken by those clouds and the atmosphere’s color changed to gray. When the sand glided above the ground by the wind sent by thy Lord as news of joy. When I lied on the ground under the stretched sky in serenity. Than all the party of clouds from horizons of north, south, east and west took their hands making me run over that mountain. Than came down the blessing rain from thy lord, giving life to dead earth and crops. Than I could see the rays of sun gushing out from that space created by clouds by leaving their hands. From west, the rays of sun penetrated through that prism created by mist and making a rainbow in that beautiful orange, green, blue and gray atmosphere. When the sun left its throne, the sky turned red and the clouds looked like waves of sea stretched on the shore. The rain stopped and it was peace everywhere.

It was like as if thy Lord blessed the city, or as if He showed the reflections of paradise.

Knower of God

In the tranquility of darkness, with the fear of a sudden wind, the moon hid behind the black curtain that floats under a hidden roof without pillars, which purifies the light of a distant lamp. Than God squeezed some pure water from the black curtain and bestowed it over his best creation, which was parked under a tree. That creation was he who had left the enjoyment of his initial life and rested under the tree that bowed to God when the wind kissed it.

The horizon of east was pink like a dress of a lassie; the horizon of the west was gray like a silver ring and the horizons of north and south were blue like a sea, when the rays of that distant lamp penetrated through his eyelid and that drop of water slid from the leaf on his lips. His eyelids opened peacefully and slowly when his blurred vision saw that bird chirping on a tree beside him, the bird who brought a loving smile on his eye-pleasing face and peaceful feeling in his soul.

He then calmly stood up to his full height and sauntered himself to a nearby pond, filled with pure water squeezed from that curtain by God and laved his face and his short beard.


He then went to a nearby town and watched -with grieve- those worshiping idols and watched –with a smile- those bowing their souls with tears in front of thy lord. The peace of the town was over-taken by the agitation of drum and dancers. A well-known artist came to him and said, “Oh dear bloke, you are a peace lover, you can’t live here”, he replied, “Ah yes, but oh friend, peace lives in the soul of the peace lover”. The artist smiled and went away. Than this peace lover passed by a wise old man who sat on the grimy path and called him to himself and asked him to sit beside him. The old man said, “Oh Lad, I can smell peace from your soul, but sadly I can’t see your peaceful face with my blurred vision. Take me with you to those mountains where you prostrate in front of thy Lord after watching his vast creation by lifting your head up. But oh Lad, your loneliness teaches you too much, so go alone and ask thy lord that I am waiting for the hereafter desperately”. The peace-lover replied with soft voice and a tear in his eye, “Oh kin, that day is near when thy lord will fulfill his promise of peace and paradise to those who doth right”. He got up and walked to a shade-giving tree and sat under it. An idolater came and said, “Oh stranger, your eyes are singing in the peace that lives in you as your tongue rests in that peace. Come, let me take you to a room full of peace”. He replied, “Oh man, peace is not the meaning of quietness, peace comes from the stillness of the time, peace emits from the beauty of flower in light and from the light of stars and moon in darkness”.

At the time of that battle between day and night, he rod himself on a dazzling horse to the mountain tops. The battle was won by night and it brought the shining beads and a light-reflecting sphere in the vastness of the dark sky. He sat down in tranquility and watched the heavens with an eye deep inside his heart and felt peace and the kisses of breeze from the depths of his heart. He prostrated in front of thy Lord and laughed and cried while he expressed his gratitude to his creator, and than went to a sleep on that sweet smelling grass. . Before that lamp could lit the dark with light, his eyes opened and suddenly he perceived the dazzling light reflecting sphere -the moon- sinking in the horizon of west. To this, with tears in his eyes and sorrow in his heart, he articulated:

Oh Moon, Don’t leave me alone and disappear in the horizon,
Oh Moon; I regret the time, which I missed when you were
there shining peace on my soul,
Oh Moon, I miss you from the depths of my heart that tears
overflow from my eyes,
Oh Moon, I anticipate to see you in the darkness lit by your
peaceful light.


So it happened that the lamp lit the darkness with light and made the birds sing and victual the trees. So he got up and went to the town to earn his living by caring the plants of beholders. Than, Naturally he went to rest under that shade-giving tree after his vocation………… ...

Gods and Goddesses

And God hath power over all things, he doeth what he willeth. If that is so, are we not Gods and Goddesses? Certainly, we don’t have power over all things, but can not we do what we will like God. A God or Goddess is there in us, whose attribute is Soul. These Gods and Goddesses compel the docile beings to worship them. Verily, they are but worshiped unwillingly by these docile beings.
The clods worship the Gods and Goddesses living in other beings, rapped in exquisite rind like a dazzling fruit filled with poison. Their example is like that of an intoxicated wine, filled in a dazzling glass placed in the midst of flowers tantalizing the innocent mortals for taste. And behold! If this wine touches their senses, they fall into a world befogged, fiend in the taste of that wine. Their epitome is a saint, who once chose to abandon the favors of the Mighty Creator and got fiend in having pleasure from the beauty of Goddesses, who can neither kill himself nor live in peace; who worships the powerful God living in him, a God from whom he wills to get rid off, but can not.
Which God was worshiped by Adam and Eve? The One who created them? Or the one who whispered in their hearts to ate the dazzling fruit from the tree? In the old times, came a servant of the Mighty Creator, endowed with wisdom. His power of speech and look of an angel warrior attracted the mortals who gathered around them. He posed a question to the crowd, “Tell me oh creation of the Mighty Creator, does the One who hath power over all things has power over you?” “Yes” came a reply from the midst of the crowd. The servant posed another question, “How can ye say that when ye do evil? If “yes” is thine answer, than tell me oh men, why the Mighty Creator does not prevent you from doing evil?” They all got dumbstruck. It was silence everywhere when the allaying breath of the mighty angel kissed through them under the burning heat of the sun.
The servant spoke, “Have ye oh people, not seen the birds who revive when the light begins to envelop the dark? And when the battle starts between darkness and light, ye see them flying back to their dwelling. Did ye Oh people ever wondered from where do they get their sustenance? Ye see their victuals never change as thine. These are creatures who worship the One Mighty Creator; these are the creatures on which the Mighty Creator hath power; they liveth their lives according to the will of One Mighty Creator. Remember when Adam and Eve ate the fruit of the tree of wisdom and discovered their nakedness. Wherefore two Gods and two Goddesses took life within Adam and Eve. One who teacheth them moral excellence and the other who teacheth nothing but viciousness. And so the Mighty Creator left Adam and his offspring to decide which God and Goddess they will chose to live the short time of life on an atom relative to the heavens. Thus, the Serpent was released to empower the evil God and Goddesses. So Oh brethren, live thine life according to will of the Mighty Creator”.
A man cried from the midst of the crowd, “Oh blessed servant of the Mighty Creator, from where the mortals shall discover the will of the Mighty Creator”. Then spoke the servant, “Oh brethren, there are amongst you who are joined with the evil God. The strong bond between these mortals and the evil God is the released Serpent. There are amongst you who willeth to be one with the virtuous God, and I Oh brethren, am sent with a strong bond to give thine relation -with the virtuous God- strength. That bond is the Will of the Mighty Creator, if thou wilt follow it, thou shall become one with the virtuous God which abides within you. And amongst you Oh brethren, are some who are inclined to both Evil and Virtuous God. The parable of their relation with both Gods is like the relation of Oil with Water. When thou shakest them in the container, they are one for some time, and after sometime, they separate from each other. The mortal is the Oil, and one God is impure water and the other God is pure water. And amongst you Oh brethren, are some who after my departure will worship me as the Mighty Creator because of the strong whispers of the Serpent. Some of you will create the Mighty Creator with their own hands out of the clay, and will worship it. And between some of you will the Serpent create rift, after empowering your evil Gods and Goddesses. So oh my brethren, embrace and adore the Will of the Mighty Creator, Who willeth nothing but to make you a perfect creation of His, by the Words of His Will.” After having said that, the blessed servant went afar away from the city. And after his departure, his vision of the future of mortals came true.

Oh Einstein and Newton

Oh Einstein and Newton, Make me your student. Let us sit down in peace and share our thoughts. Lets play that melody of Beethoven-Moon Light Sonata and Violin Romance-. Let Galileo join us and we will make an equation governing the Laws of our beautiful universe. We lovers of peace and the lovers of our Lord’s creation shall bring peace on our planet. Lets forget our religion and races and let us sit down as people of one thought and as the people who love wisdom and peace and nature.
Oh friends, Lets sit down on that green grass under that apple tree on a night with sky full of stars. Let us formulate some laws governing our universe. Lets praise our Lord, our Creator whose creation we study with love and with the desperate desires of our hearts.
Lets fall deep inside our hearts full of love and curiosity of laws governing the beautiful heavens (universe) and the earth. Let our tears of love and peace overflow from our eyes while we listen to the melody of Beethoven.

Oh Tree!

Oh tree, why do you dance on the soft music of that breeze, than mankind does not,

Oh tree, how do you earn your living while standing on one place, than mankind cannot?

Oh tree, why do you give that lovely fruit to both poor and rich, than mankind does not,

Oh tree, why do you always answer me and listen to me, than mankind does not,

Oh tree, why do you love mankind and the creation of your lord, than mankind does not,

Oh tree, why do you stop giving fruit when your beloved man passes away, than mankind kills you,

Oh tree, why do you praise your creator twenty-four hours, than mankind does not,

Oh tree, why do you give shade and rest to man and rest house to birds, than mankind does not,

Oh tree, why do you love to live in peace and serenity, than mankind does not,

Oh tree, why does that drop of rain changes into a pearl when slides from your leaf,

Oh tree, lets you and I live in peace and serenity, as mankind will not!

Patient Of Love

He thought of her from dusk till dawn. He listened to those melodies, which took the face of that lass into his heart and mind. His eyes over flowing with tears, heart splitting in two, while he listened to the melody, which had the face of his beloved lass. He copied down those poetries - from the picture of his beloved lass in his heart- on a peace of paper with his feather. The echoing voice; the pretty face; that smile full of joy of his beloved lass, divided his heart into more peaces as his tears kissed his face. It was his day when he came back from the revelry in which he saw the face of his beautiful lass after a long time. With a smile, and tears in his eyes, he sat down on the grimy floor and his heart cried out:

Oh my love, my tongue tied when I saw your pretty face;
Oh my heart, was that you or an angel from heavens;
Oh my lass, that sweet smell of your soul kissed my heart;
Oh my melody, come to me and have rest on my shoulders;
Oh my joy, sit in front of me and I’ll gaze you whole night long with an
eye in my heart.

The sun rose from the horizon, the birds chirping in his ears while he was there on the floor like a dry flower. The doctor came to him and said:

Oh patient of a severe illness, get up and open your eyes. Oh dear, that beloved lass of yours will never remain same forever. Disturb your heart and make your soul quiver and try to forget those memories of that lass. Don’t fell in love with one temporary beautiful creation of thy Lord. Get up and love that tree outside dancing on the soft breeze. Raise your neck up and gaze the sky with clouds covering the sun, love that melody of that breeze touching your heart; love that little sweet girl who wants to play with you in that green sweet smelling grass; love that baby who stops crying when you take him in your arms; love those stars which spread on the sky, when the light is stolen by the dark; love that melody with which the birds dance and fly in their freedom. Open your heart and mind to the love of your Lord who loves you more than that lass. Oh patient of love, I have only words to medicate your heart and soul. Your washing of those memories of that beautiful lass, will be my fee………

The Night Of Sorrow and Cure

It was a beautiful, peaceful part of earth where in my wooden house located in a farm was this night, the night of serenity. While lying on my bed – as Beethoven’s moonlight sonata played! - I could see through my window, moon and the two stars all talking with each other while my partner was there with me on my bed. I was deadly tired and sad and ill as I was waiting for the life after death while watching the heavens. My beautiful beloved partner patted me and poured a glass of cold water in my dry mouth and than held me tight to warmth and than patted me to a beautiful sleep.

Mighty Creation Of Mighty Creator

There it was, a minuscule about to convert itself into a gargantuan by the order of the Mighty in Power. As the Mighty in Power saith to His beloved creation “When He has decreed something, He says it only: “Be!” and it is”. One can conceptualize him self as a triple minuscule living in a minuscule, who reckon the matter within that minuscule as gargantuan matter! For us, who are the beloved creation of the Mighty Creator, his mighty creation is very intricate.
Where it was, how it was, was it in darkness, what is darkness.
Verily, I am but talking about the minuscule – the atom. The atom which is identical with the present mighty creation in which we live in a place which is again less than an atom relative to the mighty creation – the heavens. How submissive was that atom to its creator that just one command of its creator made it to turn into a mighty heaven. The heaven that clearly elucidate the Greatness of its creator.
Shall I not take those who worship others beside the Mighty Creator under the stretched sky full of beautiful mysterious stars and ask them to draw out the eye of heart and watch the sky and answer my question: Who is the creator of this mighty creation? Who is expanding it? Will they than dispute upon the Mighty Creator!
Verily, the heaven whispers me that even if I prostrate in front of its and my Creator –the creator of everything- for my whole life, it will never fill the cup of His glory. Than my exuberant tears is my reply to heaven. It would have been hard for me to live if Mighty Creator wouldn’t have made such heaven above me to ponder on. When I penetrate my sight deep in the heavens, my eye of heart augments the stars and gives birth to profound & beautiful imagination in which I strive and grow, and my soul praises the Mighty Creator of Mighty Creation.

Love & Memories

He was nothing before he fell in the burrow of love with that Lassie. Love taught him peace, meditation, and softness. The earrings of that lassie, her smile and her tears borrowed his heart for sometime to place him on a path leading to serenity and nature. The soft music, the broken heart, the sorrow state, the sadness that he didn’t see the face of his lassie for a long time gave him strength, and that meditation in the Creation and Miracles of thy Lord gave birth to words in his heart. For him, his beloved was like a fairy sent from paradise to take his hand in her soft hands and would show him another world. A world where men would sit on the sea-shore and meditate in the melody of sea waves while they watched the sun turning sea into gold before it leaves its thrown.


Before falling in the burrow of love with that lassie, he was just like simple men. And what one knows about what a simple man is? He is the one who never loved from the depths of his heart. Who never cared for humanity but cared only about his living. Who gained knowledge to earn money and fame, than to apply his knowledge on the way of life and to teach others. Who never passed the barrier between the seas of sorrow and joy, butt floated in the sea of happiness and joy. Who never cleaned his sour memories of past disputes. Who was far away from those who meditate in the Creation in serenity. Who never watched the clouds joining together and felt the breeze kissing through his soul. Who never praised for any being but made other beings praise him. Who never paid attention to the smell of those flowers, which he use to smell in his past, and so, he could never feel his past in his soul.


So there he was, on the path, where his lassie, his angel, returned him his heart and after kissing him through the breeze he used to smell while thinking of her, she went back to paradise.


A beautiful creation of thy Lord was his first love, and from her he came to know the greatness of his Creator, and for her he talked to his Creator and so she made him love his Creator and his Creation by placing him in a new world. So it was, with a passage of time he started meditating in the creation and saw a new world. A world full of sorrow, tears and smiles but no laughter. A world which made him love his creator and made his Creator love him as he got amongst the righteous, and so, this world predicted his un-imaginable beautiful future where he knew that he would laugh and cry in prostration in front of his Creator.


After a couple of years, he went to that seashore where he used to meditate, wearing the same clothes he used to wear before. There he was, sitting on that rock and watching the sun sinking in the sea. There was an old man, from whom he use to buy a fruitful dish, while he meditated, and so he bought it again, and just when he took a bite of it, while listening the melody of sea waves and watching the sun sinking- in the same old clothes-, he totally went to his past and felt himself in those young times. That feeling kissed his heart and tears overflowed from his thirsty eyes and brought a smile on his face.

“To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, every cubic inch of space is a miracle”. -Walt Whitman, Miracles.

"Work Is Not Always Required Of A Man. There Is Such A Thing As Sacred Idleness, The Cultivation Of Which Is Now Fearfully Neglected". –George Macdonald

Reflections Of Nature

The soft breeze flew through the fresh green grass and kissed me as I closed my eyes. The trees were dancing on the soft music of Beethoven. As I thanked my Lord, a tear from my eye fell on the leaf and a drop of rain on my lip.
Than after watching the battle between Day and Night -won by night- I stood on the top roof of my wooden house and watched the heavens, and such a creation by my Lord, the creation that tells about his Greatness -the creation of heavens (universe)- I watched and watched… And the love and affection with my Lord broke my heart and tears came running down from my eyes…

-My First Writing