my God come comfort me
I no longer wish to live separately
let me lie in that green pasture
there I could hear Your laughter
and feel Your grace upon my face
warming and caressing me....
take my pain from Parkinson's away
light up my soul's night of darkness
let me know I am loved and not alone
with Your rod and staff protect me
keep my dark visions at bay
reform me in Your image
I don't want to be worldly
so enlighten me
and let me be just Yours
if you won't cure then temper me
support and strengthen me
but please do not harden me
I am made of clay please shape
and take my transgressions away
let me lay in that pasture
now and in the here after
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem