My children En

Heavenly Father!

How beautiful is nature!

Baskets are filled with flowers

and smell of honey!

Your beautiful children live,

beautifully dance,

beautifully sing!

Come down and look at them!

You created them all!

They are Your children!

They are so beautiful - ike bouquets.

They love gifts.

They love candies.

They are simply

Children of the Earth.

While they are children - they are Yours.

But as soon as they grow up,

violence and propaganda

pour onto them from every screen.

And out of these beautiful, kind children,

they make executioners.

And angry, hateful trolls rage.

And after school,

they sing vulgar songs.

And so it happens —

this is the end:

of tender flowers,

and the children are no more.

But still — a flower will push through toward the sun.

Still —at least one will return to You,and say:

“Heavenly Father, forgive me! Let me into Your world.”

And again, children will cleanse their souls.

As children, they will return to God,

and say:“Forgive us, kind Father!

Lead us to Yourself.

And the Heavenly Father

will simply embrace them,

forgive them, and say:“I love you, My children.