I've lost my path so many times
And fell down to the ground
I've been the queen of fools
And was trapped by the weakness' sound
And then you came you find me
And picked me from the ground
You release me from the throne
And killed the weakness sound
I never lift my hands to you
But still you hold it tight
The road was dark for me
Until you gave out light
You embraced me so warmly
That my soul can barely feel
With your tender loving care
My heart has come to heal
A million thanks I offer you
For guiding and loving me
My Lord you're my saviour
The one who set me free
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Great healing power of faith and trust. I loved these lines in His praise, You embraced me so warmly That my soul can barely feel With your tender loving care My heart has come to heal CP
H Pink Butterfly, Thought I'd dropp by after the kind review you gave me. I'm glad I did, I could see you were a caring one before and now I can Kinda see why. Cheers, Frank
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pink or yellow...with age thou shalt mellow....with love ye shall rise to glory....which you have in your story...So... Cheers. Subroto