I miss jesus

Tonight, I sat in the courtyard. Stay tuned s'seorang-called Lord ... Urged people who remembered my story .. This was not a strong self Ringkihnya tuk rejects all personal. S'sekali me laugh with his jokes. We're both busy with pkiran Msh each, who we mmbuat brgumul with certain applicable delusion! We have a million secrets who felt there was no other org who knows .. Sometimes it tells me My idea of Him. Sometimes, too, he dreams of his menceritkan kpadaku .., at the time He gave me a riddle who am I to solve, I ... The Vile who did not escape from a black stain on the self who was moaning,, who through untold pains. I really salute with his fantasies, we mutually keep this a secret .. Occasionally I made confused with all that spectacular puzzles.
Ah, really cruel to him! Every night, at the time who heard only the shouts of the people sbuah containing grains of suffering, me and him still sitting in the courtyard of this mortal. Not so long we felt there, we finally agreed tuks go and about to return here again the next day., Yes! back here!

Antecedent night waiting for arrived, feeling happy with who smile on the lips terulas this, my spirit met with his tuk! Those moments, I really admire him .. He is meberiku a word "spirit", unceasingly to put the word in this spirit.


Now, in the twilight pitiful, I miss him, miss him. I tried to shout his name who's beautiful. But .. Sseorang-called God is not even coming ..
I find him to and fro, not too self-tp find Him.
The Vile.!
In my mind, the thought occurred to endless meanings: "Maybe he's busy. Tomorrow I shall wait for him right here again."
Without any long brpikir, this left foot step forward my favorite places both of us ..
Two days later, I browse the same place, but what? Someone who is called God is, still not even come ...
Would He turn His face from me?
Now, living here is me
own!
I do not get enough of waiting for his arrival here,
Quiet, quiet, dark, no anyone, just a pain, sore, sick, who I am in the parking mememani this mortal!
Yes, behind the mirror kengeriaan, at the precipice, looked lack-tlah decayed, Yes, here I am! I Sang Vile!