God, you are so holy
And your righteousness covers me
For you I am thirsty
But I feel so unworthy
Darkness desires my soul
But your grace echoed no
Evil tried to make me afraid
Again you whispered, with my blood I’ve paid
So many wrongs I have committed
Yet your love was never diluted
I prayed asking, why is your presence so strong in Africa?
You replied, because that is where you call khaya?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem! ! ! I feel it like a prayer! ! ! So pious and harmonious! ! !