There are holes in my armour
When you strike that place of pain
I try to patch it up as best I can
I've got a patch here that says 'I'm good at my job'
But it's no good because the patch doesn't heal the wound
There are holes in my socks
And the sharp rocks scratch my feet
I'm a little awkward, the way I walk
I try to sew them up, but I'm not a sewer, you know
I've got my thread here that tells me 'I've got it all l together. What a great life I have'
But it's no good because the thread breaks in two.
There are holes in my life
Which I hope to fill in
I try to walk, talk, say, sing, climb, ride, run as best I can
I've got God here He says, 'My power is made perfect in your weakness'
But wait, actually that is good, I can handle that, a new set of armour and thread that never breaks
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I would like to translate this poem
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