Текст песни Светлана Малова - Божественным крылом

Divine Wings of Love Thy
Touch my tortured soul
And let all that is within my singing
The fact that our Lord will come soon
Pour the balm on the wounds that hurt
And let the fire of love burning heart
And shines brightly in this world of darkness,
To awaken from the sleep of my mind

It sounds from heaven melody of love
Words are easy, O son to me come
Hurry to Christ you hurry to drop
Salvation in Him and the power of eternal life

Get up people hear footsteps
Christ is coming, and perish all enemies
Christ is, in a hurry to meet him
Suddenly, he will come as a thief in the night
Peaks with sticks His angels
let them separate the wheat from its
On fire, and we have to reap the sheaves
For the eternal life of His people gather

And did you take the Lord's Spirit
So that in the terrible hour of every stand, not fall
Take love, heavenly love
After all, for us, the Son shed His blood
Divine wings of your love
I touch the life and Preserve
I bent the cross in silence
O my Lord always live in me