by Marcelo Maciel de Almeida
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth
A castle in the sky, heaven on the earth
Store up for yourselves treasures in heaven
Heaven is my journey, take me now, my God
The eye is the lamp of the body
Your words are lamp to my flash, to my feet
I want my whole body filled with light
Take my mortal soul now, my dear hopeful God
No more darkness, no more tears, no more cries
I want to serve an only mater
No more worries about a single life
Look at the birds of the air
They do not sow or reap or store away in barns
Shells uppon the warm sands
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