My Father

Again, my boat crashed on an underwater stone..And I, for the umpteenth time, has remained intact and nevidimy.
This time my Father snatched me shkvarnik and once again did not give the abyss in the maelstrom of passions and hrachovy..
Just yesterday I peacefully floated down the river of life.. the Sun warmed my body and soul..Life was serene..it was easy and free..I sang! I loved! I screamed in joy and thanked the person who gave me this happiness: that's the way to sail through life with love in my heart, prayer in my soul and with the constant feeling that there is light at someone who cares about you, having comprehensive authority over Semy visible and invisible world, and most importantly, loves you..
I was not afraid of anyone! After all, I had a Friend, Protector, Father. My Father in heaven. I don't see him, but oschuschuayu his presence..Sometimes I think I hear His breath, a light, gentle, cool.. Yesterday I was talking to Him, whispered prayers, then, something quietly hummed, closing his eyes..in the Night I saw the stars are the eyes of my Father, they used to wink at me approvingly as if to say:"do not be afraid, I am with you!" And fear not.
This morning, I crept thought: "What are you laughing at, you fool? Not tired of you quietly paddle down the stream of life, if you're not tired of singing praises to God knows who? Who do you pray to and zachery? After all, no one! And you can hit the oars on the water, increase speed to steer the boat in that direction, which will choose exactly YOU! ask ka bro the heat, turn up the drive, seize this luscious life!!
Grab the wheel, drive! And there - and the buzz and the adrenaline, freedom, and..God knows what!"
And I hit on the life of oars. so much so that all rushed past me at breakneck speed, and I ceased to notice the beauty of the coast, and the radiance of the sun, moon, stars..head wind, suddenly turned into a hurricane and spun my poor little boat in a violent cycle of vices..I quickly flew down the river-of life, while in front of me appeared the same stone..
I was scared. I no longer heard words of support and comfort - I've lost love, forgotten prayers..My pathetic little vessel was quickly approaching death. In the brain was in a fever: "How is..Everyone? How so?!" And when my bow almost touched the cursed stone, he suddenly remembered: "our heavenly Father! Things on nebesky!.."....
..My boat is once again shattered to pieces, crashing against the stone, but I'm alive and well, unharmed. Father again and again save me, snatching me by the collar from the fatal jaws of death..
...Only yesterday I sailed with the flow of life, the sun warmed my soul and body, I sang and prayed, whispering about love..And then again crept in thought ... Wait! This idea is already familiar to me, but maybe it's not mine..Because she is Pro-CRA-Las, and go on the prowl only thieves and murderers...
Our father, who art in..