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A man is born into this world,

It dwells, gets strong, surviving,

Towards the happiness, this road

Is all what he is striving:

Towards the mountains to conquer,

To love, to glory, and the wealth

To force the enemies to fear,

To stay in power's control shells.

Still, there's a problem here today,

This happiness is flipping,

Like water – it just drifts away,

Like sand through fingers slipping.

Is it an enemy to blame,

Insidious case you're fighting?

Where is the safety beacon’s fame

From all this mess inside you?

It happens so that only one,

A peak abandoned in thought,

Unbowed, it still stays alone,

Only a soul of it's lord.

And very often, this same man,

It's own enemy becomes,

Living for years, even then,

Misses solution in a glance.

An answer in what Christ has taught,

In simple things He asked to follow,

That's hidden in your heart and thought,

In His to us so humble calling.

And there is harmony of soul,

As being born in heart so pure,

Will thirst for silence of the Lord,

And towards Him will open door.

And there is an immortal love,

That costs much more than diamonds,

And there's eternity's embow,

And passionless talent's finding.

And there is real power there,

As it's a miracle from God,

To stay in control of one's being everywhere,

No greater power man has got.

That happiness – inheritance so peaceful,

The simple things for us in store,

Next to eternity, so quiet and blissful,

It's where the Christ is calling His friends for.