My Jesus

Dear Jesus, sure, I feel breathlessness here, they cannot realize the innocence of a child so they neglect me, they lick the feet of commissions and profits crooked hearts win here they suck the blood of the innocents and make the seats more luxurious, I thirst you dear Jesus my spirit is longing being united with you, mild feathers of death will embrace me or would you come back here dear? I infuse my soul into you dear, now, I can here the hymn of streams a star mirrors in a quiet pool of water nearby like a radiant dew fringing the petals of jasmine and I feel the aroma comes from the bosom of jasmine hugs my soul dear.