Change me God almighty; as you
are changing me, are trying to mend
that which my will and life has bend
and by your constant love I am becoming new
although in myself nothing good is due,
but I beg you to dwell with me to the end,
against the flaming demonic angels to defend,
my life, my longings and wits and to keep me true
and let me walk along your way again,
let all my own selfish ways die,
while with love you set me free
even if it brings me pain,
batter me so that I will know your love; will your kingdom see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem