Calming the Storm. Протоиерей Олег Штельман

      The stars in the sky are shining so warm,

      – By Lord, the Creator, these candles burn.

      For souls of departed, for souls of the living,

      Big, famous, simple for God, and poor even.

      All world so much infinite, – a Divine temple

      Wise and eternal, a God’s gift example.

      And this Milky Way will remind to each other,

      That souls of departed are forever with Father.

      The moon as a priest, may with smoke to them censer,

      And voice full of joy may through Universe descending:

      No names are forgotten ever by God

      In that world each person in Him signifcance’s got.

      Those whom this world did not deserve,

      Hid in the precipices deep,

      Those sweet hymns world did not observe,

      The God has heard the saints speak.

      No higher music that our God can hear,

      Born with a song in silent peace,

      Where purest heart is ringing free,

      Far from the sinful bustle bliss.

      Chorus:

      Jesus Christ, the Son of God,

      Have mercy upon us and keep us all safe,

      We are walking through path that we’ve got,

      Sanctify our path with Thy truest fame.

      In mountains, the deserts, crevices so deep,

      A judgment of world has reached its cadence,

      To prayers so long, to an infinite weep

      God heeded so gently with His providence.

      Then prophets were born to the world,

      The heroes, the kings, and even geniuses,

      According to faith, their fateful lot,

      To ashes with troops their kingdoms have perished.

      Chorus.

      Standing for the truth to death A birth where there is no perdition ever.

      God’s Spirit in the holy nests

      Has taken them towards Eternal Light in Heaven.

      And we shall learn by their faith,

      The patience, courage, and the love,

      Rejecting body passion for always,

      Let’s glorify till down, our God above.

      Chorus.

      There was a prisoner, the priest,

      In walls of body all enchained,

      A crate for all the rest restrained,

      Only to God sings this artist.

      Chorus:

      Lord of the world, my Creator,

      Your God-God-worshipersings to Thee,

      With living water, please, refill me

      And doors of heart reveal free.

      As harp of heart is gently turning,

      The strings of feelings gently touched,

      With Godly memory he’s burning,

      With purest prayer mind attached.

      Chorus.

      This singer dwells in world another,

      Although, at times we all can see,

      A citizen of World, this brother,

      A master of his own came to be.

      Chorus.

      For ages and ages our people in pain,

      Have suffered from delusions for a while

      The Latin roots kept them in chains

      Under the yoke so strong and so vile.

      The Byzantine is long time gone,

      Only the crumbs remaining.

      There’s only thing in their eyes, a thorn —

      The Slavic prayer’s reigning.

      But providence of God’s love and will,

      His only Holy Son,

      Was just like “salt” to them revealed,

      A quiet light, shining like sun.

      Upon the Holy Christmas Eve

      In Little Russia, as we learn,

      Along to wondrous bells that ring,

      The glorious shepherd’s born.

      Joseph was born by destiny

      In gentry roots concealed

      Doomed as a uniate is he,

      As told by father’s will.

      But honey bee collects