Whether you like it or not, you are my God. Dear guide of Jesus without you I am but lost. Disbelief comes and asks come give me some faith, from the world of believers, just one dweller let me have.

And comes out a djin saying you can use me as copy, with good information of faith I am here as your floppy. This ordinary life and aliens of thought, show me, to my eyes what such fantasy brought.

Show me a mirror of faith so I can concur, that faith is my shield from all the evils it is my bunker. A thread of trinity I am and you are a perfect one, there’s no way to get to you directly so fragrance I look for indirect sir.

Too afraid to come close to your approximation but my heart veils, fears my human but my faith gives courage and details. Should I stay related to this world or get lost to your connection, should I remain in what will not remain and fly to your affection.

You take the souls without caring what future holds, these few days that we live in warm and colds, but you keep telling that’s much better that your light has for travelers, and let them be disobedient if they are unloving revelers.

Are you not the ultimate kindness that looks for reason to forgive, place it for some miles away and for some near their sleeping pillows, you give strange scenes to the world through our eyes, tells us nothing is conditional when condition of love applies.

Perhaps talking to you is the only way to get other through this mirror, this glass, but it will only turn out to be a filter alas, for loving you is a deed and your lovers rarely sin, the one that surrounds all the power you are that perfect djin.