The cream is running out.
There is only a circle of shadows left.
The branch is hurt,
There were only a few groans left,
Blow out those that don't shine,
If it doesn't bloom, break it.
Jesus Christ.
"The injured reed, he didn't break.
He won't blow out the broken lamp. "
Our light-his love,
Never ending, amen.
Bing Xin: Good evening.
In the paradise of light:
The flowers are blooming,
Birds are singing,
The spring of life is gurgling,
The sun went down slowly,
Draw a afterglow diagram—
Is it to shake hands with everything?
Is it a farewell song?
A cool breeze is blowing,
In the light and shadow,
The creator of the universe,
He walked slowly in the garden.
Lord!
Did you create them to praise you?
Yes, in praise of him,
Praise him.
He is in the past, present and forever. Amen.
Bing Xin: dusk
Jesus Christ.
Infinite wisdom,
Infinite mystery,
Who knows?
Is that me? Is that him?
Neither,
Except that you showed him out of the light,
Jesus Christ.
Show me in the light,
It also shows the infinite him in the universe, amen.
Bing Xin: Dawn
Yan Jing's world, brilliant world-
It's dawn. Who feels I'm awake?
God, in your quiet light,
I have peace of mind, I have peace of mind.
I want to eulogize.
Attention, you should wake up.
Get up and praise the Lord.
Chin, chin, it's time to wake up.
Get up and praise the Lord.
At dawn,
Who feels I'm awake? Amen.