By Yasen Vedrin
(The Copper Bowl)
Come down from above, Dear Lord!
In a poor man's clothes arrive!
See then who with one accord
In Your holy steps will strive!
Who will warm the pauper’s heart
With a shirt, a coin, or bread,
And with timid love, apart,
Call himself Your slave instead!
Look, Most Holy Judge and Guide,
How the wolves the pastures keep,
And with cursed feet, in pride,
Muddy waters for the sheep.
Greedy men before You pray,
Yet Mammon is in their mind.
How they twist false hands today
For the hollow groans they find?
Where is Your poor widow now
With her final mites, so small?
Did she vanish from the plow
Like a stray dog chased by all?
Come down, Eternal God, to stay!
Bring Your Justice from above!
For in heartless years today,
Evil crushed the souls we love.
Kindness is a wanderer now,
Finding every door is closed.
For Your Comfort, with a bow,
Mournful faith its prayer composed.
Hear it, God of Mercy, hear!
Let Christ now return again!
And save hearts, in Spirit dear,
From all malice, grief, and pain.
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