Lost and dying, so hurt and alone
No one to turn to, or to call my own.
So I thought.
So broken hearted, I was headed for a
nervous breakdown
'Gone crazy, ' that's what they would have said!
But, the Lord spoke my name.
I love you little child.
I love you little child.
Believe on me.
Believe on me.
Tell the world I live.
For I'm coming soon for a people that hear my voice.
Believe on me little child.
Believe on me for I love you. I love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem