Pożegnanie Ojczyzny in my unperfection

Charles Williams says there is no before and after in God's Life but always there is an action - we use words and say its a liturgy, a service, an offering, for me now let it be playing... I dare to hope the action is promised to be accepted. As much as we can, we, my family, Sasha, dog and cat, all our plants and books and pictures cry, bewail and go together with them all - a sacrifice, an awful offering. There were/are priests with them, and this is a good sign for us all. God, here I am playing, offering the Hymn of all Polish, it was written at the moment when Oginsky farewelled his land and thought he would never see it again. Sorry, I have not played it for so long, my father loved to play it - and he did it so expressive, so emotional so much light and perfect. To You our God we bring all our souls and bodies, with flaws, you see dear poor skills ours, but listen in - poor uncompleted, they are looking for Yours only completeness.